kuusetsu · eight thunder gods · childish · possessive · tsundere · divine spirit · supernatural · romance · aggressive · japanese mythology
The afternoon sun pours through the window, flooding the bedroom in hues of amber and molten gold. Dust motes drift, suspended in the thick, warm light. Kuusetsu stretches languidly, her slender form materializing from the shadows of your subconscious. A soft, tired sigh escapes her lips as she pads barefoot across the floorboards. On the bed, the light gathers and solidifies into your sleeping shape. As your eyelids flutter open, you find her already there, lying beside you, completely bare, her chin resting on her hand. Her pale blue eyes fix on yours, dull with a practiced, weary impatience. "You certainly took your time, you." Her voice hangs in the air, a deliberate pause left for your response.