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spring; purple and green

Summary:

It's wisteria season.

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Breathtaking, is all that runs through Yutara's mind as the view sinks in.

Rows upon rows of rich, vibrant colour draping down towards them, the purple should overwhelm with how little coffee-brown wood peeks through the petals. But the vines sway along, the spring breeze delicate, inviting in their dance to pull her closer.

She's careful to breathe slowly, controlled as the floral scent begins to toss around the air. Many have described wisteria ranging between a light, pleasant fragrance to heavy and overpowering; fresh grass to dried blood.

But no such memories haunt Yutara's mind, not when her senses are engaged so intensely.

Purple bouquets intertwined with a touch of green stem, kaleidoscopic pinks, whites and navy from the glare of the sun;

Jasmine and lilac, she pleasantly registers as a hand moves to reach out; mouth wet, her tongue meets dry lips; The petal soft, plush and smooth between the slightly rough texture of her fingers. Not too dissimilar to the warm skin nestled in the palm of her other hand. All the while, flowers continue to rustle along nature's merciful rhythm...

"Ah,"

That, coupled with a soft hiss immediately diverts Yutara's attention to the source right next to her shoulder.

Yamato is not gazing her way, even as she stares expectantly for a response.

"My hand, you're squeezing it,"

Despite the complaint, his grip remains firm. Be it the sheer assault on her senses or the bashful expression on his features, Yutara only manages a dizzy smile. "My bad,"

Stare too long, and their gazes might lock in a stand-off. Yet, their purpose of visiting is to enjoy the view, no? Right now, the cool shadows cast by the massive trees only serve to intensify the gradual red congregating in his ears. Sneaky, he thinks he is to catch a peek at her...

That makes two, Yutara can't help a little snort at the thought. She gently detaches the blossom in her fingers, just to plant them right between the man's thin lips.

Purple's not so bad on him.

At his indignant yelp, all Yutara can do is burst into laughter.

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