Topic: Those Walls We Built

Tag Sentry

Date: 2009-05-04 13:54 EST
Lately he had been busy building on his property. For one, her horse needed a proper place to be kept. So it was within several many days that he had begun erecting a barn with three stalls, presumably to switch the horse from one stall to another so that it could be cleaned. He hadn't made a great mention of it to her, being that its structure was visible and with a clear purpose. Boards rose where there was once rope, creating lines that were more concrete confinement.

He worked with a greater fervor than with his previous projects. It was as though something about his home bothered him a great deal and that this project couldn't wait. He worked shirtless, the criss-cross of scars and tattoo on his back catching light. It was different-- he had become less ashamed of himself lately.

Kusinage was often taking on projects, it was no so alarming that accommodating her horse had become one of his. Often Mr. Chewy, his over-sized rabbit, was one his lead attached to a stake in the ground. Perhaps his attachment to the rabbit was a bit comical, but he seemed to enjoy taking care of something in between his work breaks. When the sun sank low enough that the light wasn't adequate, he came in sweaty, sunburnt and worn out.

But also, smiling.

Rona Deykar

Date: 2009-05-05 17:40 EST
New heights. That is what she tended to find. Alive she felt free and unhindered. That new unity with Kusinage was a fierce ribbon that laced her heart, her grin not so enigmatic but near thriving with a surging energy.

Of all the places to be she found herself on the roof. Ghostwood tucked under her chin as she watched him from her above ground perch. Curious eyes ever as he constructed the stable for Shadow Veil.

She loved him... and that was really all she needed to know. They would be married and they would have a family. It seemed so overwhelming, so blissfully grand. That joy vibrated notes and strings within her.

Waiting until he had disappeared inside she caught that grin on his lips as he disappeared inside the house.

It was then that she would play, a beautiful lively melody that was sweet and enduring. Devoted and inspirational and if anything... amazing.

She had found her life in him. Her freedom. Her heart ever his. Nothing more could be asked for. Rona had everything she wanted in the world.

So Blessed...

Tag Sentry

Date: 2009-05-13 19:50 EST
What kept them together a great deal was silence. For most couples, that was poison. It was an indicator that the end was coming. However, there was a quiet that both of them posessed. So much of what they said was in their eyes, their body language. What was important was what his hands worked on. The singing of her heart came from the ghostwood and when she played, whatever se played, it gave him the most inexplicable sense of warmth.

It was like she was standing in his footprints when she did that. That somehow they were overlapping a bit. Today, another wall went up. More hay was purchased. He had been especially busy since the new foal was to be born at Maranya's ranch and he hoped to be present for the assist of it.

As the sun began to drift down he stepped outside and looked to see if she was still up there, still playing. He called.

"It's getting dark. Will you be able to come down all right?"

He was waiting, biding his time with the anticipated, new addition to their home. His hope was, really, that a new horse would not be the last edition they made to their home.

Rona Deykar

Date: 2009-05-16 11:44 EST
She was lively and vivid, alive in a basking glow of moon as it came out peeking through the clouds. The gypsy looked down from the roof as she flashed that smile to Kusinage.

There was no trace of the enigma any longer. A warmth of embers in a smile, spirit as warm as autumn exuded from her.

She was thrilled with the changes that had surpassed. She moved then easily down with the nimble grace of a skilled dancer, skillful and controlled till she was there at his side.

A curious peer to the reconstruction done to the house. The building of the corral and stable. She figured it'd just be Shadow Veil. Still she wondered if a family could expand out... become more then animals and pets.

Night emeralds touched upon him as she looked away, a shy smile on her lips as she considered that and wondered. A family, a home. She finally felt... balanced and complete.

Tag Sentry

Date: 2009-05-23 01:40 EST
It was after he escorted her in for a night that there was any inkling that something greater was to come. She must have sense something, since she knew him so well. Knew him like her violin she played. Did she play him, or was she sincere? She was sincere, he felt it in her lips when they kissed and in him he carried a great deal of certainty for it.

Then, one day that week it finally happened. When he came home, he didn't come home alone.

It was a cream colored filly with a white mask. She was young and spirited the way fillies were when they came upon a place that was new. Like most women that came to mean anything to him, she too had given him a bruising. A coloring along his arms, along his left leg. After all, Tag was south paws.

After the filly was let loose in the corral, after a great much to do, he twisted to see if Rona was observing. Of course she was. She was the spy that knew his home, his land, his heart. She was the gypsy perch that observed. Did she knew, really, what this new addition was? He couldn't spot her, but he called like soft summoning, "Rona." For her to be at his side.

Rona Deykar

Date: 2009-05-23 07:32 EST
Her fingers twisted and wove, weaving in skilled artistry the braided knotwork as she set her attentions to the braided design of those ribbons. The simple construction of gypsy love knots and blessings.

Family may long have since gone but heritage never left her. Those night emerald eyes watched the sky for a moment, judging the sky. It often was the guidance for the gypsy of his return.

Perhaps it was that silent commune she shared with the raven Bey that alerted her that there was something different about this day.

His name was a summon to her. A call and beckon. Rising slowly those intricate arts were set aside. As ever when he called to her she would go. It had nothing to do with duty but more so with the ties that would ever bind them together.

Strange to believe they were more bound then ever. Engaged perhaps was the word for it, though it seemed so strange to call it an engagement when her heart had been his for so long.

Smoothing her hands along the sides of her skirt she followed the sound of his voice. Warming smile to him as her fingers touched to his back as she came to his side.

Curiousity was tempered, night emeralds held a sparkle of wonder as she behaved herself, restraining that urge to peek around his shoulder to find out what he was up to.

Tag Sentry

Date: 2009-05-26 01:26 EST
His side step so that she would see the corral, the little figure which played with hand-sized hooves. that trotted with the confidence of youth with a high held, short haired bundle of a tail the way Arabian horses do. Against the fair colors of her coat, her eyes looked like black glass.

He waited for her to get closer, to examine the new arrival before he stepped up to the fence himself. One hand was on the fence and the other in his pocket, where he pulled out a ring. The ring was not the gift, and while it lacked a heavy diamond to proclaim it as an obvious engagement ring, it was still humbly beautiful. Emeralds set in subdued gold, with small diamonds that sparkled as much as they were able. The engagement ring was humble compared to other engagement rings-- the real engagement ring was the filly who twisted, cinnamon cream coat bright white at the curves the sun favored.

"Is is for you, if you will have me. If you will marry me." He wasn't looking at her when he said it. He was facing the corral again, having set the ring in its box atop the post for her to take. He had one hand on the fence, one foot propped upon it's lowest and worn board. Then, his smile, sincere, warm, slight, appeared. It was the look of hope, of confidence and promise. Dark eyes were her's, waiting, wanting to know that she registered his meaning. Asking her had to be the right thing because... because there wasn't any hesitation left.

Rona Deykar

Date: 2009-05-26 18:31 EST
The step aside with that revelation brought tears to her eyes. The filly was beautiful and near took her breath away. Those shadows that so often had lingered in night emeralds had gone away once she had found Kusinage again. Any lingering shade had been brushed away as absent cobwebs with the vision of that filly.

Unexpected the gypsy's laughter danced from her lips, a wild gentle sound that was music to the ears. Wonder and enchantment sparkled in her eyes as she looked on to the carefree prance of the bald faced filly.

So brilliant, so vibrant was the joy the young filly exuded. It healed those final scars that had rested in Rona's spirit.

"Kusinage... she is beautiful... mora thanks."

Breathless, she turned her gaze upon him near prepared to throw her arms around him and that was about just what she did. That innocent, carefree purity of joy that radiated from the filly seemed to have poured into Rona's spirit.

Lips brushed his tenderly. "I love you."

A whisper, she had spilled back then giddy as a child of the fall as she watched with glee sparked depths. It was then he was there and those words... a proposal.

The box, the ring was taken up. So careful, so cautiously as that joy was tempered. Tentative and shy again. Night emeralds touched on him, searching his face before her fingers touched to his jaw to turn his face to hers.

"Yana, Kusinage. I will marry you. Nothing would make me happier."

Her eyes met his, sparkling with that pure joy. She made sure he could see when that ring was set to her ring finger. A reassurance. She knew then what she would call the high spirited filly. Hope. It was all that he had given her.... and a suitable name... for this moment, she had found it again.

She wished for nothing more then this. The promise of marriage to him and the hope of a family...her path seemed to finally have its right destination.

Tag Sentry

Date: 2009-05-27 10:56 EST
There were moments where his expressions weren't branded with what was always a calm and quiet to him. As years progressed and he could distance himself from the leaders and homeland and the more apt he was to smile. Those expressions, though, still rallied on the side of subdued when he wasn't with her. He didn't expose the slight indication of dimples, the little glint that happened only when his smile was at its best unless she was around or something amazing was happened. Like now, when she simmered in the heat of day like a giggly mirage.

The brush of her lips was near followed by his. His body leaned to try to catch her for longer until she was in response to him. He had felt that it would be yes, he had felt that the whole story would go quiet differently this time and now, now with the fabrication of the moment he had considered and reconsidered so heavily, he saw that it was. Asking her had been better than his imagination had allowed.

His gaze averted to the filly and he signaled toward her with a nod, "I feel that marriage is a great deal like with working with a new horse. It is an everyday chore and joy, but mostly it is how much of yourself you put into it that will depend on what we have. With care and patience, she will be a magnificent mare-- with neglect and impatience, she will be an ill tempered and undesirable horse."

He smiled, eyebrows arching up as his gaze turned back to her, "I will leave it to you to pick the wedding day." He thought that her picking the day was important, considering all they'd been through.

Rona Deykar

Date: 2009-05-28 06:25 EST
His words brought a smile to brighten her features, fingers curling on the post of the railing as she watched the filly grow used to her new surroundings.

Like the filly this was new to her. Settling down in one place and calling it home, more so new was raising a horse from a youth as if the steps to raise a family... and now Rona was engaged.

Night emerald eyes blinked at that contemplation. He was right of course, devotion and work were key to raising and training the filly and to uphold a marriage.

Her body moved in a subtle twist before she was curled against him once more, arms sliding about his waist. Head rested on his chest with the content nature of listening to the beat of his heart.

A day to pick for a wedding. So much to think on... the importance of a date, who to marry them. Her thoughts drifted then to friends lost to her after so much time. Those she had long been familiar with... Silver and Patrick, Ty and Annie and so many others were long since gone to her.

Thinking on this the gypsy laughed quietly to herself, curling closer to Kusinage and the comfort of his embrace. It would be if anything, a small wedding.

Tag Sentry

Date: 2009-06-03 16:11 EST
Time had swallowed so many that who were they to invite but new acquaintances that were, perhaps, the start of long friendships like those like to the wind and sea. Would he go to a ruined country and hope to find anything that remained of his family. Was it even worth it for him to do it? He had never grown up with his half brothers and sisters. Never celebrated any occasion or spent more than several brief encounters with them. His sister had been intrigued by him, curious by the fact that he was only half Japanese and everyone she'd ever known had been entirely Japanese. Curiosity did not make for a meaningful bond between two people. And who had survived? Who in his life survived the war that had ravaged Japan, and who of his clients that he had worked for, they had survived, moved on... become more.

There was no family, no old friends to attend. It was, however, not a dismal situation. Before meeting one another again they had both felt everything about their past had become a wash and that they were detached from it, somehow reborn but not young and new anymore. Reborn into the quiet of a settling adulthood and wondering, where where where the direction was headed. It was in finding each other that there was a compass, that their young had realigned itself with their present. They were who they had been, they were reborn into the present and new friends were being acquired, a new sense of life, attachment and belonging.

His hand slid down her back, resting at the base of it. He kissed the top of her head. The wedding would certainly be small but still, phenomenal for all it stood for.

Rona Deykar

Date: 2009-06-03 17:57 EST
Her own thoughts moved and contemplated over that notion of those lost and the friends made. A soft smile curled her lips as her body moved into his touch. Fingers rested light on his chest, over his heart.

"I wish my father could be here to give me away, more so my mother to be with me."

It was a wistful comment but then after all that they had been through, he had become her family, her heart, her life... everything she needed was with him and their bond.

There was so much planning that it made her head spin with her thoughts.

It would be alright. Things would work out. They were together and that was all that mattered.