Ship: Kiyoko/Yachi Fandom: Haikyuu Major Tags: tags omitted Other Tags: tags omitted Word Count: 459 words
Temporary char death, mythology.
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Winter won’t come while Summer lives so Kiyoko, herald of winter and wearer of the white, dons the ceremonial robes.
The robes are made of white wool, drenched in snow, frozen in ice after each wearing. To free them from their prison, she must take an ice axe to them and chip away at the block they are enclosed in.
Her arms ache by the time the robes are free but her task is not yet complete. Now she must dry them and set them them before the fire to steam, watching all the while that the smoke does not taint the purity of the white wool with any smudge of grey.
She fastens it over her bare skin with bone buttons and glides out from the palace to summer’s domain.
On her way, she passes Fall, the flame-haired boy with earth-brown eyes who leaps and dances with the leaves and wind, then slowly grows tired as he too gives way to Winter.
But it will be Spring’s job to tell Fall to sleep, just as it is Summer’s to tell Winter to give way to Spring.
Winter must bring the news to Summer now, so all Fall gets from her is a small respectful nod as she passes into Summer’s territory.
Where her foot falls, the grass withers and ice sheens the flowers so they look like colored glass. A cold wind blows in her wake but her hair does not move with it.
Yachi, lively and lissome, is up a tree, perched like a bird and chattering to a crow.
Kiyoko comes to a stop before the tree and holds out a perfect winter apple. It is pure white with the hint of a blush under its skin, large and luscious.
“It is time,” Kiyoko says quietly and Yachi’s smile fades. She drops down from the tree, legs bare and toes stained green from the grass, and takes the apple in two hands.
“It was a good summer,” Yachi says the way she always does. She turns the apple around in her hands, thumb stroking the hard curves. “Fruitful. Happy. Warm.”
“Yes,” Kiyoko agrees, drinking in the sight of summer sunshine spun into hair. “And next summer will be even better.”
“It will, won’t it?” Yachi’s smile flashes out, bright and beautiful. She’s still smiling as she bites into the apple and swallows, as her legs give way and her eyes close.
Kiyoko leaves the apple where it has fallen and picks Yachi up instead. In Kiyoko’s arms, Yachi is carried back to her bower of flowers and grass, laid to rest sweetly amidst blossoms and endless sunshine.
She’ll be back when it’s time for Winter to end and she will come carrying summer wine.
FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, T
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 459 words
Temporary char death, mythology.
***
Winter won’t come while Summer lives so Kiyoko, herald of winter and wearer of the white, dons the ceremonial robes.
The robes are made of white wool, drenched in snow, frozen in ice after each wearing. To free them from their prison, she must take an ice axe to them and chip away at the block they are enclosed in.
Her arms ache by the time the robes are free but her task is not yet complete. Now she must dry them and set them them before the fire to steam, watching all the while that the smoke does not taint the purity of the white wool with any smudge of grey.
She fastens it over her bare skin with bone buttons and glides out from the palace to summer’s domain.
On her way, she passes Fall, the flame-haired boy with earth-brown eyes who leaps and dances with the leaves and wind, then slowly grows tired as he too gives way to Winter.
But it will be Spring’s job to tell Fall to sleep, just as it is Summer’s to tell Winter to give way to Spring.
Winter must bring the news to Summer now, so all Fall gets from her is a small respectful nod as she passes into Summer’s territory.
Where her foot falls, the grass withers and ice sheens the flowers so they look like colored glass. A cold wind blows in her wake but her hair does not move with it.
Yachi, lively and lissome, is up a tree, perched like a bird and chattering to a crow.
Kiyoko comes to a stop before the tree and holds out a perfect winter apple. It is pure white with the hint of a blush under its skin, large and luscious.
“It is time,” Kiyoko says quietly and Yachi’s smile fades. She drops down from the tree, legs bare and toes stained green from the grass, and takes the apple in two hands.
“It was a good summer,” Yachi says the way she always does. She turns the apple around in her hands, thumb stroking the hard curves. “Fruitful. Happy. Warm.”
“Yes,” Kiyoko agrees, drinking in the sight of summer sunshine spun into hair. “And next summer will be even better.”
“It will, won’t it?” Yachi’s smile flashes out, bright and beautiful. She’s still smiling as she bites into the apple and swallows, as her legs give way and her eyes close.
Kiyoko leaves the apple where it has fallen and picks Yachi up instead. In Kiyoko’s arms, Yachi is carried back to her bower of flowers and grass, laid to rest sweetly amidst blossoms and endless sunshine.
She’ll be back when it’s time for Winter to end and she will come carrying summer wine.