Cuts Like A Knife [Jouhnin and Invite]

[Augusta Davingoun]

The wind was sharp today, it wasn't snowing, just a cold wind. Snow did cover the ground, but as the day went on the sky became darker and shaded. It was later in the day, the sun fading slowly under the horizon when Augusta stumbled out into the show, his boots tall and black and warm. He kept the leather jacket tight around him and had a single red scarf to cover his mouth.

Pulling the scarf down he looked up at the sky as he walked, he was heading to the graveyard. Why would Augy be going there? One reason, to give respect to the dead. Actually one dead person, a boy, he didn't know his name, and barley remembered his face. But the boy had saved him, and then payed the price. And Augusta respected the boy for that.

He was close now, the sky darker, but when he got to the gates he stopped. Somebody else was here. But the surprise was not because of another person there... but of who that person was...

[Jouhnin Takanami]

Jouhnin stood, almost like stone as he looked over a grave. It was old, very old. But it meant more to Jouhnin then anything else, even kimono's and tea and good food.But Jouhnin didn't like the Winter, but this was the right time to come. This was his time of the year, even though he wished it wasn't. Right now the Boogie didn't feel the cold, the numbness came from somewhere else. The cuts ran deep here, on this headstone, so many memories, good, bad, horrible.

" Everything seems to happen in December..." He said softly to himself. He noticed Augusta there, in which he turned only his head. His face was a standard emotionless scowl, a dark motive behind a sweet smile. " My pet, It feels like forever..."

Yet just this morning did he have the dark-haired boy serve him tea. But this Boogie was absent-minded and forgetful, his mind often wandered on things he couldn't discuss. So it may have been just this morning, but to Jouhnin it had seemed like quite the amount of time, since he thought about so much in one day.

Unlike most days, Jouhnin wasn't dressed as extravagantly as possible. You'd think a man of such open gayness would be consistent on his dress. But today was different, it was obvious by his light stance and graceful, peaceful appearance that something was off. He wore a lightly colored blue kimono, not like his bright and crazy colored ones. In fact his winter kimono, reminded himself of snow and ice, being light blue and white. His hair was pinned up neatly so that it flowed in one long tail down to his mid-back. He seemed a bit more respectable in nicer clothing, but nobody had ever seen him in casual clothing either... But he still kept to his own tradition, and wore no shoes...

So maybe a toned-down color would have to do...

[Kristopher Roberts]

It was pretty cold out, but Kristopher could handle it for a bit. Augusta had wanted to go out today and while Kristopher was pretty unable to do anything but rest, he wanted to spend time with the boy he hardly saw as of late. And so, Kristopher had put on his heavy coat that had some fur around the collar, a thing Naelona had bought him, his pants (without holes) boots and many socks on his injuried foot which he was unable to put a boot on, it simply hurt far too much to try.

With the snow and ice, Kristopher had settle on using a single crutch rather then just two. And so, he was slow moving but he was able to get around. He had also put on a hat to keep his head warm.

"Wait up." He told Augusta a few feet behind, the damn snow made it so hard to move. But the boy eventually caught up with Augusta and put a hand upon the dark haired boys shoulder for better balance. He then smiled and turned his head as soon as he heard someone else speak that wasn't him or Augusta.

His eyes rested on Jouhnin, the flaming gay boogie that owned his lover. Slightly taken back, Kristopher offered the boogie a small greeting and remained at Augusta's side and using him as support as he remained still.