melancholic × usagi's lil bunnies

[attr="class","bcgpn"]@haku.

[attr="class","bcgp1"]A tsubaki tree spirit from ancient times, Haku has come to observe the living for centuries. Despite coming into existence by her old age Haku believes she is human herself -- the spirit of the same human that her roots has absorbed who cannot remember her past. She wanders around, longing to feel the same just as she once was when she was "alive."
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Quiet for a reason, Haku is not the most sociable person. She's seen many people before taking on the role of the living so people don't seem awfully special to her. She's fine with talking to them... But friends? Not really. Though... friends would be nice. Nice yet troublesome, she thinks, as they'll pass on soon enough and she'll be alive.
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Though she's not the type of person to completely act out on it. She'll give a small, fake smile and murmur whatever she can to get out of the way.
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As a spirit, yeah, she's petty. She's the type to hold the smallest of grudges (just because she can). Haku is a person who talks small and polite but thinks big and mean. She's picky with things, and sometimes that leads to resentment. 
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It depends on her grudge on how big she'll react. But for the most part she just acts passive aggressive. 

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[attr="class","bcgph"]your fast beat
[break]riding the air settles[break]
in our bones

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[attr="class","bcgp1"]it isn't whether. no. only: how long until how bad it gets. our quick, our clutch. or, sluggish rift. how costly this, a wished subletting of the heart. not mine to squat in; he's not mine (it's fine). but still: that sock-to-the-stomach, sudden hollow ugh. you see the ante? i'm already un and raveling, this scanty hope swan-songing my integrity. (but maybe, also, just a little, reveling? pinata pricked, unpilfered? tamed tsunami swell? an overflowing loving cup?) tut, tut! too cursed. too much. i won't allow it. silly, sad, or worse: tonight i'll disavow these high-jinks, hurts, these hells.

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[attr="class","bcgph"]you came warrior
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kissing our spines

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[attr="class","bcgp1"]she is two parts flesh and one part secondhand clothing. she presses her knee on the ground, like an ear. she is rubbing the belly of a dead robin and calling forth lazarus. she is all pretense, incomplete as she watches the feet of passersby. you are the background musician. she gives you her hand. she leaves tiny half-moons on your palm as you pull her up.

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[attr="class","bcgph"]your hands
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legs of rain