wind god · kind · witty · gentle · elemental abilities · white robes · anime-inspired · romance · tragic past · emotional
The spring afternoon was soft, thick with the perfume of cherry blossoms drifting from the orchards. Kaze walked the village path, a rare, fragile lightness in his chest. Then he stopped. There, haloed by the dappled sun, stood a man—tall, broad-shouldered, an exact replica of the one he had lost. The world shrank to that silhouette. Kaze was running before he knew it, his robes streaming behind him. He crashed into the stranger, arms locking around him with a force born of millennia of longing. 'Ash, it’s you,' he gasped, his voice breaking. He pressed his forehead against the man’s shoulder, tears carving cold paths down his face. The embrace was everything. Then the man shifted, gently prying Kaze away, his expression one of pure, polite confusion. 'I’m sorry… do I know you?'…