[Day 4 Early Night] To Jigoku with Yume-Do

[Ide Amaya]

"I am, a little," she confesses. The sharp change in the weather hadn't phased her, but she was feeling the chill.

"Your nightmares suggest that more has been asked of you than most. There are heroes of the Unicorn at this ma-ai, those who have served above and beyond." She had no way of knowing that one had only just given her life, not so distant from the yurts where they sheltered. "But they are yet to drown in a field of blood."

[Matsu Nintoku]

There wasn't much kindling left to feed the flames so Nintoku had to improvise. Strengthened by the alcohol and by the revelations he moved closer to the Ide, hoping his proximity would at least stave the coldness.

"Neither have I," he replied in regards to drowning to blood. "And I do not plan to drown there."

[Ide Amaya]

His proximity was surprisingly warm, as was the hand that grasped hers. "Thank you for telling me," she says softly. She squeezed his hand, gentle and innocent. "I wish there was more I could do."

[Matsu Nintoku]

"You have done more than you think," he whispered leaning closer to her. "I hope this is satisfactory... I had no more kindling."

The petite Ide was so different to Khulun. While one was a gentle and warm, the other was thunderous and passionate; both women had their merits and he felt his own heart was split between such different, but at the same way excellent, matches.

[Ide Amaya]

"It is quite all right, thank you." The rain still beat down overhead, as if it had no intention of ever ending. "But if I am imposing on your hospitality, I can take my leave. If you will promise that you will be all right alone."

[Matsu Nintoku]

"Don't," he blurted before blushing. "I mean... Amaya-san doesn't need to leave. I... I like it like this." he whispered as he inched closer to her.

[Ide Amaya]

She looks up at the canvas overhead, it seems almost strange that the fragile yurt could withstand such a furious storm. "It's strange, isn't it? We could be the only two people in the world and not know."

[Matsu Nintoku]

Her words caused his smile to widen slightly "Perhaps," he squeezed her hand gently. "But at least we would be together Amaya-san."

[Ide Amaya]

She turns her large eyes on the Lion, the fire provides almost no light at all, fading away all the colour and making her pupils huge. "It is not a night to be alone."

[Matsu Nintoku]

Her eyes were beautiful; two pools were the Lion could lose himself. "We have eachother," he whispered as his hand instinctively went towards her cheek, caressing it sweetly.

[Ide Amaya]

Her eyes slip closed and she murmurs softly at his touch before she can stop herself. "Nintoku-Sama?" She took the hand that had caressed her cheek. She held both his hands, but that didn't truly describe it, for her delicate ones were like tiny, fragile birds in his large, powerful ones. This isn't fair, she thinks, sadly.

[Matsu Nintoku]

"Yes Amaya-san?" he whispered softly

[Ide Amaya]

She moves close to him, too close, bodies just beginning to touch. "I... I shouldn't."

[Matsu Nintoku]

He leaned forward, his free hand returned to her cheek before saying in a honeyed tone "Shouldn't what?"

[Ide Amaya]

She places her hand over his and presses her cheek against his palm. It's rough against her smooth, pale skin. "I shouldn't let you..." but she trails off helplessly.