[It's been a while, a long, long while. Between raising a family and cultivating a future, and not without an adventure or seven along the way, she hasn't had time to really think all that much about the past, let alone visit it.]
[She's given up a lot in her time, and her plans for the village were part of that. She finally learned to let go, to leave it be, that the future is more important than the past and its legacy, but it didn't make it easier. She still sometimes feels like she abandoned them, all of them, when she lies awake next to her husband in bed at night and lets the thoughts come as they may.]
[The village is peaceful now. Even in its ruinous state, it's still tight and orderly, strategized, planned-out, well-designed. And if the sprawling pieces of rotting wood, forgotten materials, and decaying personal items are still a little morbid, it also lends a sense of acceptance to the place. The last time she'd been here, she did the best she could to leave it tidy, but time takes its toll and the village is overgrown with tall grass, the old footpaths barely navigable now. And a familiar ache returns to her breast, looking over the tranquil ghost town on the bright day, but it is not an entirely unwelcome one.]
[Hayato had followed his wife in silence. It was an odd sensation. This was where she grew up. Here he was surrounded by her history, and it left him speechless. A lot of death. Death that seemed to hit home more than it usually did. He had grown up surrounded by it, and so did she.
But neither of them could offer their children the joys of grandparents because of this. Her family was dead, his mother had passed on and he had became estranged from his father-- but he knew that his father was there.
This was... she couldn't even find family friends or old neighbors. They where gone. In the solemn solitude of the moment, Hayato wrapped his arms around Sango's waist from behind, planting a kiss on her cheek.]
[Hayato nodded, and moved to her side, keeping his hand on the small of her back in a gentlemanly fashion... though this was mostly his fear of her slipping on something... especially in her condition...]
[Psh, he tried to teach his first daughter that all men are evil and either need to be shot or kicked in the crotch for talking to her. He's going to worry no matter how much of a baby ninja Sango is.]
[He understood what she wanted. He knelt down by the graves, prepared to tent to them with Sango... though he was going to be ever vigilant about something rusty that might prick Sango. Alright maybe he was a bit obsessive, but this was his wife and baby. He had a right.]
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[She's given up a lot in her time, and her plans for the village were part of that. She finally learned to let go, to leave it be, that the future is more important than the past and its legacy, but it didn't make it easier. She still sometimes feels like she abandoned them, all of them, when she lies awake next to her husband in bed at night and lets the thoughts come as they may.]
[The village is peaceful now. Even in its ruinous state, it's still tight and orderly, strategized, planned-out, well-designed. And if the sprawling pieces of rotting wood, forgotten materials, and decaying personal items are still a little morbid, it also lends a sense of acceptance to the place. The last time she'd been here, she did the best she could to leave it tidy, but time takes its toll and the village is overgrown with tall grass, the old footpaths barely navigable now. And a familiar ache returns to her breast, looking over the tranquil ghost town on the bright day, but it is not an entirely unwelcome one.]
I BET YOU THINK I FORGOT ABOUT THIS!
[Hayato had followed his wife in silence. It was an odd sensation. This was where she grew up. Here he was surrounded by her history, and it left him speechless. A lot of death. Death that seemed to hit home more than it usually did. He had grown up surrounded by it, and so did she.
But neither of them could offer their children the joys of grandparents because of this. Her family was dead, his mother had passed on and he had became estranged from his father-- but he knew that his father was there.
This was... she couldn't even find family friends or old neighbors. They where gone. In the solemn solitude of the moment, Hayato wrapped his arms around Sango's waist from behind, planting a kiss on her cheek.]
JUST A LITTLE. AHAHAHA ♥
I want to show you something.
♥♥♥♥
Of course.
and now I'm the late one sob
[She leads him slowly over to the neat rows of graves of her village, a little overgrown, but obviously well-loved.]
I used to come here often to tend them, but...
that's why it's a musebox 8Db
[He understood what she wanted. He knelt down by the graves, prepared to tent to them with Sango... though he was going to be ever vigilant about something rusty that might prick Sango. Alright maybe he was a bit obsessive, but this was his wife and baby. He had a right.]