I pull hard on his hands until I catch sight of one of his eyes through the roses. Recognising the story I can barely contain myself. She told her knight that no matter what, she wanted to meet a man who would love her and make her a bride.” She settled those sparkling eyes on the knight and gave him her most earnest smile, the smile that broke his heart every time.
Voice: “So he asked her what her dream was, knowing very well what he would say was his.
He lets out a huff of air but continues to tell me his story. He is holding his ground but I can feel the trembling of his hands. Getting more frantic, I bounce forward placing a hand on the bouquet and trying to guide it away from him. He wanted more than anything to do something to make her stay, or make sure she’d never forget.” The knight felt like crying as he counted down the days until she would be gone. Voice: “They both knew that soon she would have to leave, the king had been transferred to a kingdom far away and he simply couldn’t leave his darling daughter behind. His voice begins to waver but he continues, holding firm. He quickly dodges my advance, taking a step back, still shielding his face. I feel a quiver of excitement run through me as I tiptoe trying to see his face. (He came from the florist… and those flowers! Could it be?) Voice: “One day, the princess and one of the humble knights were talking as they walked. Through the bouquet I can just make out a head of dark hair, waving gently in the breeze, but he holds the flowers close and I can see nothing else. His words wash over me and I take another step. A group of knights promised to guard her forever, with everything they had.” She was beautiful, sweet and kind and everybody adored her. Voice: “Once upon a time, there was a young princess. The bouquet begins to speak again and I take a tentative step towards it. He wears a pair of simple jeans, a black apron fastened around his waist, and a checked shirt which is open to reveal a white t-shirt underneath and in front of his face he holds the most beautiful bouquet I have ever seen. He’s at least a head taller than me his lean, strong frame casts an intimidating shadow but his stance is comforting and somehow familiar.
I turn towards it, my ears reaching out to hear more. I don’t recognise it at all but I’m drawn to the smile in his tone. MC: “The … Black Ship… Where is it, where is it? Should be… “ I wobble gently from side to side as I get my bearings then I hear a jingling of bells behind me. Will they still be here? Will he… I give my head a gentle shake and turn around, pulling the hastily scribbled map from my pocket. Not for the first time, I find myself wondering. I smile warmly at the vast selection of flowers just begging to be admired and my fingers instinctively skim the petals of roses and forget-me-nots, my heart filling with a nostalgic giddiness that spreads throughout my body, warming me as it goes. The breezy blue of the shop front and the quaint window display is so familiar but so different. It would be impossible to forget this florist. The uneven paving is weathered in places from years of footfall, the sun beams down upon it warming the soles of my feet through my sandals.Īs I round the corner I breathe in deeply, the scent of flowers pervades the atmosphere and I’m drawn to it, sniffing at the air. It’s been such a long time since I was last here but the smells and sounds are all the same, perhaps I am the only thing that has changed. There’s something so comforting about walking through this shopping district. (Expect this to be sickly sweet and potentially poorly written) What would happen if each of the boys immediately recognised the MC and admitted how they’d been feeling since she left? Here’s what I thought
#Love 365 dreamy days in west tokyo haruki series#
I decided to start with a series of headcanons for the wonderful men of Voltage’s ‘Dreamy Days in West Tokyo’. Over the last few days I have been having a stab at flexing my creative muscles by trying my hand at some headcanon writing for some of my favourite Voltage characters.
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