{"sf1_id":376047,"sf2_id":"zeR7qWvm","title":"Meetings","author":"Shizuka","words":249,"posted_at":"2012-05-13T04:22:00.000Z","tags":["Clean","Fox","Kitsune","Short Story","Vixen"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/376047-meetings","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/zeR7qWvm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/57/6b/576bbdd0-280f-4578-ae4b-c21877c80b92","description":"A recent short-short from the perspective of my eponymous character.","content":"It rained the day I met Kagami.\u0026nbsp; The sky didn't weep -- the rain was a symphony; the rain was a caress; the rain was a promise, whispered, half-forgotten.\u0026nbsp; I didn't shrink from the rain; I was in my element, and soon indoors.  \n  \nImagine the club:\u0026nbsp; comfortable, Victorian, staid fire crackling, soft velvet and the gleam of the polished wood bar driving away the seasonal chill.\u0026nbsp; A refined salon with dark undertones.\u0026nbsp; My favorite haunt.  \n  \nImagine Kagami: vixen white as frost, erect against the wall, silent, emotions wound spring-taut.\u0026nbsp; My opposite: myobu, celestial, her many tails a diffident banner.\u0026nbsp; Waterfall of silver hair.\u0026nbsp; Heterochromia.\u0026nbsp; Elegant dress.\u0026nbsp; Porcelain-delicate, with cracks running already through.\u0026nbsp; Something in me enjoys shattering fragile things.\u0026nbsp; I am, after all, a creature of chaos.  \n  \nI wanted her immediately.  \n  \nI'm accustomed to acquiring what I want.\u0026nbsp; I drew her in with my eyes, the flash of silver on the sea of chaos.\u0026nbsp; I drew her with my fingers, caresses light yet warm, nimble as a scalpel.\u0026nbsp; With my tongue, a bouquet of words.\u0026nbsp; With my lips, and then my teeth.\u0026nbsp; Not sex, no -- that came later, that was incidental.\u0026nbsp; Before then, she was mine.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Unexpectedly, it cost me myself.\u0026nbsp; If my chaos infected her, her calm returned the favor.\u0026nbsp; A fair price, gladly given.  \n  \nIt's raining today, and the rain is a heartbeat; the rain is an inhalation; the rain is a lacuna.\u0026nbsp; Soon my storms will meet her mountain waters again.\u0026nbsp; I count the hours.  \n  \n  \n  \n\n"}