Moonkissed and thereby a desaturated emerald, a vast sea of leaves glittered and shimmered, undulated and swayed in the delicate breeze like the water's gentle surface. Spattered and splotchy like flicked paint, lavender stalks and rich plum irises spotted the field that ended at the sparkling, midnight waters of the river at Inokashira Park, that lapped steadily at the darkened shore. Matching clusters of lilacs spilled in generous clusters from the trees' canopies, joining the fragrant scent of moisture-kissed dirt and lotus blossoms that wafted upon the gentle breeze, caressing the smooth faces of their audience. Evening's vivid breath it was, commingling in turn with succulent vanilla and amber spice, as well as richly sweet, earthy coffee beans. Kissed with the chill of late fall, the fragrant air felt like ghastly fingers running through Akira's obsidian locks, and giving flight to silken tresses of sakura.
Over the edge of the ascending slope of the humble bridge strode the boy with his companion, the edge of their geta steadily clacking against the wood and indicating a smooth and measured fluidity. Stark against the blackness of the night stood the girl's graceful profile, washed by the pure glow of the moon. Her cheeks and lips were painted a luscious strawberry and kissed by silver's rich and lavish glow, the smile that married them stretching across the canvas of her delicate visage, and punctuated by little puckered dimples. Lively, rosy locks positively danced and shimmered under the moonlight even when she stood still, beholding the scene with glittering gemstones of aquamarine. Naught but this sight alone was enough to make the waltz of the boy's heart song reverberate more palpably through his core and his cheeks burn ruddy with warmth. She was - in a word - stunning.
Spilling forth from her shoulders stretched a tapestry most elaborate: spiraling, foaming waves; embroidered koi in thread that shone and couldn't quite decide whether it wished to be a rich navy, or a luxurious plum; and tranquil lotus blooms symbolizing balance, purity, and tenacity. The yukata was cinched at her slender waist with a deep jade bow that curved and folded, appearing as the wings of an otherworldly butterfly perched upon the middle of her back, a mere inch or so above the spot on her waist where he yearned to rest his palm. So as not to hide the lovely obi, the girl wore her rich mane of silken sakura up in a loose bun, wound about two elegant, silver hairpins that featured little snakelike dragons seeming to keep guard over their respective charges with equal parts ferocity and gentility. Rich aubergine encased in a sphere of highly reflective shimmer were the twin black pearls that sat snug against the girl's earlobes. What was more profound than the breathtaking beauty of the ensemble itself, was that she had selected it especially for this moment. Especially for him.
Drawn were his dark eyes to the movement of those soft, buttery lips, to the way they curled into the sweetest of smiles as she spoke, the way they formed the musical words that vanished upon the breeze, the way the same playful little zephyr teased a few stray strands of sakura silk to cling to the corner of her mouth. Loathed was he that it was her slender fingers and not his that brushed them back behind her ear. Would that he could feel those silken tresses spill over his hand. Mayhap, he would have allowed the pads of his fingers to linger on her cheek for just a moment, trace the length of her jaw to her chin, caress the swell of her bottom lip...and just maybe he'd find the nerve to discover if it were as juicy and sweet as the slice of fruit it brought to mind.
The sweetest little giggle derailed the young man's thoughts. It seemed that for the time being, her attention had returned to the shimmering waters of the little river that danced before them. Even though not a soul was in sight, when she spoke, the Cursed Girl allowed her tender mezzo-soprano to linger at a murmur, just sonorous enough to tickle the air with its innate musicality, lest she disrupt the invisible spirits that may just decide to bless them with a gift like no other this evening. "This is the best place to watch the fireflies." The girl's left palm lifted and swept through the shadows, catching upon her creamy forearm the beams of the moon while she indicated the river's surface. "Everything that you see in the sky will reflected in the water below."
