Fandom: Lamento - Beyond the Void
Pairing: Bardo/Konoe
Rating: overall R
Warnings: a little bit of sex, a little bit of angst
Disclaimer: Nitro+Chiral owns everything.

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50 Sentences for Bardo/Konoe

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01 – Walking
The day is bright and beautiful, even more so because it is the first time since he has come here that he is free, free of curses and devils and fear, and there are so many things he could choose to focus on, but for some reason, his mind keeps returning to the hand in his pocket, large and warm, the calloused fingers stroking gently over his own palm, his wrist, rubbing lightly across the tendons at the back, the caress so sensual and deliberate it is making him blush—"Liar," he says, "You weren't cold at all"; Bardo merely grins and stays silent.

02 – Waltz
The music from the spring festival is audible even in the backyard, a jaunty little tune, and Bardo has taken to humming off-key and doing silly dance steps with the broom in his hand; "What's that you're doing?" Konoe teases, his lips twitching as he fights not to smile; "Dancing. You don't dance?" Bardo replies, and Konoe shakes his head, recognizing too late the mischievous look in the other man's eyes; Bardo grabs his hand, spins him around—"Wah! Hey! Let go!"—and proceeds to show him how it is done properly.

03 – Wishes
He is not used to voicing his wishes, is not even sure whether he had any for the longest time—it was simply easier not to want anything and live life as it came; now, it is just embarrassing to consider the things he suddenly craves, and Bardo knows it, Konoe can hear it in the teasing tone of his voice against his ear—"What do you want? Tell me what you want,"—and he hates how hot his own face feels, so he just grabs Bardo's hand and shoves it down, and pretends that he doesn't feel Bardo's muffled laughter against his hair.

04 – Wonder
The bed is warm, Bardo's hands are stroking gently across his skin, and he is exhausted by what they have just done, overwhelmed and a little embarrassed, but his mind is restless, filled with worry for the future—he does not know when, or where, or how, but he knows that they will have to fight, and he is not sure whether they are strong enough to see it through to the end, but nevertheless, he will force himself to believe.

05 – Worry
The last time someone has taken care of him when he was sick was ages ago, when his mother was still alive; the memories are hazy, but he still remembers her cool and gentle hands, her soothing tongue bathing his ears—now, it is different: the hand smoothing back his hair is larger and calloused, and the tongue is hesitant and careful; those attentions are nice, but he draws the line at Bardo trying to feed him the medicine through a kiss: "It's just a cold, so I'm not dying. And the kissing ban is still in effect, so stop thinking up excuses!"

06 – Whimsy
"Alright, I'll be going now," Konoe calls from the doorway, gathering up a bag and the grocery list; he is not prepared for the sound of hurried footsteps, or the hand that jerks him around and right into a deep kiss, with lips and tongues and wandering hands, and it is only when he finally looks satisfactorily ravished that Bardo lets him go, whispering, "See you soon."

07 – Waste/Wasteland
It is not until they are a good distance away from Karou that the pain finally overwhelms him—it hurts, it hurts so bad to remember Hollow's sickly colors covering everything like a rash, every last cat consumed by the Sickness, and he does not even know why; he has always been disgusted with the way they selfishly squabbled and fought over every little thing, and yet, the place was home—the tears are beginning to trickle down his cheeks and he reaches up to wipe at them angrily, but Bardo's hand on his chin stops him, and when he looks up at him, his face is kind, so he surrenders to the sorrow and allows himself to cry, for being the last cat of Karou.

08 – Whiskey and Rum
There are so many things Bardo would rather forget—failing his friends, failing Rai, mistakes upon mistakes, death and curses and blood—but every time he starts looking at the liquor strangely, he remembers the men he has seen seeking salvation at the bottom of a bottle, and knows it can't be found there; besides, now there is an entirely different way for him to forget: a gentle smile, a kind touch, and a warm green melody that inexplicably soothes his restless conscience.

09 – War
The old wound tends to act up when the weather changes, painful spasms spreading from the twin scars on his hand, the flesh reliving the pain of being pierced by the blade; Bardo always excuses himself when the throbbing starts—Konoe would worry, Konoe would fuss, Konoe would make it better, but he doesn't want him to; the wound is so much: a punishment, a warning, the proof that he was strong enough to do the right thing for once, to fight for Konoe, and those are reminders that he does not want to fade, so he clenches his teeth and waits out the pain, in silence, alone.

10 – Weddings
The music is loud and the guests are louder, congregating around the glowing bride and the blushing groom to toss pink blossoms and pussy willows in blessing, so nobody notices when he grabs Konoe and quickly sneaks a kiss behind the buffet.

11 – Birthday
Although it is painless, Konoe can still sense a certain kind of otherness—the feeling of the second half of Leaks' soul trying to fit in next to what is him; the process is sapping his strength, making him tired and light-headed, but he forces himself not to concentrate on the strangeness—this is what has saved his life—and instead tries to focus on putting one foot in front of the other; he still stumbles more than he walks on the way back to Ransen, alternately blushing and glaring at the friends who catch him—one with an affected air of exasperation, the other with a grin that is saying entirely too many things.

12 – Blessing
He moans loudly at the feeling of Konoe's fingers in his hair, rubbing gently at his scalp, digging into the hardened knots at his neck, making him squirm and push his head against those wonderful touches like an overgrown kitten; "Feels good?" Konoe chuckles, kneading more, harder, and it really is a bit unfair to expect him to answer in such a state, so he just flops back into Konoe's lap, purr redoubling in volume.

13 – Bias
It is endearing how uncomfortable Konoe becomes as soon as attention is paid to his tail, though it is hard to say anything about the subject because calling it 'unique' would make Konoe sad, and calling it 'cute' would make him angry, so Bardo simply contents himself with bathing the soft fur from root to tip, nice and slow, while Konoe settles for moaning out, "Stop it," and hiding his beet-red face in the pillow.

14 – Burning
The first time it happened, it frightened him, that alien heat coursing through his body, clouding his mind, his feelings, until all that remained was that nameless, burning ache; this time, he recognizes the signs, the slow steady fire he first mistook for a fever, and then there is warmth against his back and a hand on his hip, rubbing slowly at the skin there, and Bardo's voice in a low, rumbling purr against his ear, "What do you say we take today off?", so he lets himself be pulled into a kiss, surrendering to the heat with no fear at all.

15 – Breathing
"Ah!" Konoe gasps as Bardo finds a particularly sensitive spot on his lower back, lips sucking lightly on the tender skin, and Konoe can feel him smile, the warm, lazy curl of his mouth; "Pervert cat," he accuses without any real rancor, and Bardo chuckles, the sound making something in his belly tighten and ache, but then Bardo's tongue is at the base of his tail, hot and wet and rough, and he just forgets about breathing altogether.

16 – Breaking
He thought he was strong enough, thought he could fight alongside Konoe as long as he kept his mind strong against the curse, but he can feel the foul magic in his body answering that terrifying song—it does not help to cover his ears, no, not at all—the red wave is rising up inside him and he wants to tell Konoe to run, but his mouth won't obey—and then the wave crashes and he feels like he is drowning, thought and reason being ripped from his grasp, and it is almost a relief when he finally knows no more.

17 – Belief
The last time someone believed in him was more than ten years ago, a scrawny white kitten with hungry blue eyes who had an unfortunate predisposition of considering him a person worth emulating, and he managed to shatter that faith beyond repair, so it is more than a little disconcerting that Konoe trusts him so much—but as before, he desperately wants to be worthy of that trust, despite the fact that it is so undeserved.

18 – Balloon
Bardo knows he should get up—day will break soon and the inn does not wait for the world to go back to normal, as he has guests to take care of and stomachs to fill—but this is the first time he has been able to get a good look at Konoe sleeping, half-curled into the sheets, hair and fur in disarray, his breath coming in soft little sighs, so he stays where he is and quietly relishes the feelings that are swelling inside of him, large and nameless and wonderful.

19 – Balcony
Every once in a while, it gets almost too much to bear, the feelings of so many different people pelting him like angry wasps—the devils are especially bad, the emotions they exude tearing at his defenses—so Konoe has taken to climbing to the roof of the inn for a few minutes of solitude; on one occasion, Bardo finds him—it is pretty clear that he wants to ask questions, but it ends up being just the one: "Mind if I sit with you?"— and all Konoe can feel coming from him is a calm tinged with curiosity that feels like the caress of a kind hand, so he slowly shakes his head and scoots over, making room.

20 – Bane
The spirits alone know what brings on those midnight moods, when all his fears and failings manifest themselves in the shape of two bright-cruel eyes and a malicious smirk, and he sees the devil in every shadow, come to take his love away; it takes all his self-control not to growl at the figments—that's all they are, gone, gone, gone forever—but his heart still quails before the notion that he might not be strong enough to protect Konoe, who sleeps on, warm and peaceful, in the circle of his arms.

21 – Quiet
On some nights, Konoe jolts awake, cold with sweat and remembering dreams filled with things he never did, lives he never took, blood and death and living corpses, dancing under a red, red moon; he recoils from the not-memories just as something recoils on the other side of his heart—it takes effort to simply lie back down again, soundlessly, so as not to wake the one beside him, and open his mind to good things, familiar things—Bardo's scent and warmth and sound—until the dual pain in his chest subsides.

22 – Quirks
One of Bardo's little idiosyncrasies is that he likes to give Konoe a check-up every time before work, and he always finds something—a crooked fold, a sloppy hair tie, the fur of his tail sticking up; it is aggravating to be poked and groomed like a child, except Konoe knows what will happen if he does show up for work in pristine condition, not a hair out of place; he would find it simple to ignore if Bardo pouted in his usual overdone manner, but instead, his eyes just mist over with that soft, sad sheen Konoe can't bear to see—he finds it easier to suffer through the morning routine in silence, and hit Bardo over the head when he attempts to cop a feel while tying his apron.

23 - Question
It is one of those questions, Bardo realizes, that will embarrass him for the rest of his life; his mouth likes to say things that weren't intended to ever be said, no matter how much he wonders: "Why choose me?"—why not someone else, someone better, someone stronger, a good person—; Konoe stares at him for a moment, as if baffled that he should even ask, before a smile lights up on his face, knowing and warm, "Because I liked what I saw…" his finger tracing Bardo's chest, "…in here."

24 – Quarrel (companion piece to #29)
He admits that it is not the smartest thing he has ever done, but he was worried when he heard that Konoe had gone to the bad part of town—"You followed me. You trailed me, just what is up with that?"—and when he saw Konoe getting into trouble with those thugs, he just reacted out of instinct—"I was handling it, in case you hadn't noticed"—and Konoe doesn't know, he has no idea how fast things can get ugly around here, what was he thinking going there all alone—"But you run errands all the time!"—and it is different when he does it, he knows his way around, he isn't… he isn't—"Isn't what."—isn't so damn young and inexperienced and—"Isn't a child, you mean."—and no, no, that is not what he meant, but Konoe is staring at him with a hard expression, eyes blazing, and then he just pivots on his heel and marches out, leaving Bardo with the angry silence.

25 – Quitting
There are few things more entertaining than touching Konoe in the afterglow, rubbing his stomach and making him purr, or pressing down at strategic points on his back to hear a breathless little half-moan, or tickling his thighs with his tail to hear him groan, "Quit it", and it is so fun to draw out those little choked sounds that Bardo really does not feel like stopping until Konoe kicks him in the shin and rolls on top of him, trying to pin him down and take revenge.

26 – Jump
Aside from Tokino's infrequent visits, there never really was anyone he felt close to, felt safe with, nobody he could trust; now, there is Asato's happy laughter, Rai's not really angry cursing, and Bardo's hand, for a secret moment warm against his back, and it is enough to make him wonder why he ever thought that he wanted to live this life alone.

27 – Jester
It takes Konoe some time until he can distinguish when Bardo is joking and when he is sincere; Bardo laughs about everything—mishaps, problems, embarrassing things—and loves to tease him even more, but soon he discovers something else whenever Bardo talks to him: an added warmth, an added joy, something true and steady beneath the mischief sparkling in his eyes, and although Konoe has never seen anything quite like this before, he knows that it is too powerful to be a whimsy—whatever it is, it is real.

28 – Jousting
The material of the scabbard has become dull with disuse—how ironic, there once was a time when he used to shine it regularly, with obsessive care—and the weight feels strange against his hip after all these years—funny, didn't he once think of it as an extension of himself?—but it is only when his hand wraps around the hilt and pulls, fingers fitting into the depressions left in the leather perfectly, that the fear spikes through him and the foul magic in him roars in triumph, surging like fire down his arm; he wants nothing more than to fling the sword away and never look at it again, but he won't, he can't—Konoe is fighting with four times the curse and does not falter, so Bardo will be strong for him, even when he himself is weak.

29 – Jewel (companion piece to #24)
It is much later when Konoe comes to him, his eyes calm once more, but although his voice is quiet, it is hard and clear like a diamond: "In Karou, cats ate each other to survive. Those too weak to hold their territory had to starve. I've taken care of myself ever since my mother died, Bardo. I'm not a child."—"I know," he says, and means it, "I know you aren't, it's just…"—how can he put it into words, irrational as it is?—and while he is still struggling with the right words, Konoe's eyes soften, his voice returning to its gentle tone, "I want to stay with you for a very long time. Trust me in this like I trust in you."

30 – Just
It is only a uniform, folds of soft but sturdy cloth fit for working in; it is more than a little ridiculous how happy it makes him—really, as if a piece of clothing were proof of anything, as if he hadn't been part of this (this place, this home, Bardo's life) before—and the fact that Bardo went to all those lengths to keep it a secret—the uniform fits him so perfectly, what did Bardo do, take his measurements in his sleep?—is ridiculous, too; "You really planned this out, huh?" he says, lifting his arms to let Bardo tie the apron around his waist, and is unable to hold back his smile when Bardo nods into his hair.

31 – Smirk
The kiss leaves him breathless, the hand parting the folds of his shirt even more so, and doing these sorts of things in the kitchen is really not the best idea, but he is having a hard time voicing the thought—something touches his chest, cool and wet and sticky, startling him into glancing down to catch drops of a golden-brown liquid on his chest, and Bardo grinning and holding a bottle—"Idiot! Pervert cat! Maple syrup is not used for that!"—but then a sticky finger comes to rest on his lips, smearing them with syrup, and his remaining protests are drowned in another kiss.

32 – Sorrow
At times, a deep melancholy overcomes him for no reason, and Konoe can feel something in his chest twisting like a sleeper in uneasy rest; then, it helps to withdraw for a while and call forth the melody from that fateful day—his father's song equally soothing and powerful—until the sadness subsides, replaced with a faint memory of an overgrown hut in the forest and the sound of two laughing voices, one loud and boisterous, the other hesitant and new.

33 – Stupidity
He flops down on his bed and buries his burning face in the pillow; it is so embarrassing—and at least he got out of there before the stupid pervert cat with his stupid pervert grin saw—and how could he ever agree to this, why didn't he just say no and drag himself back to his room and take care of the stupid problem on his own—damn the mating season, damn it damn it damn it—without any pervert cats around to laugh at him and say perverted things and smear stuff on him—ugh, gross, he is going to have to wash that off as soon as his legs are cooperating again, and that better be sooner rather than later because who knows when Rai will be back and he does not want to deal with Rai finding out what happened—because he will, he will he will he will—and none of this would be happening if he hadn't been the stupidest of all stupid cats.

34 – Serenade
The most he has ever been privy to is Konoe's distracted humming during some task or another, so when he enters the storage room and finds Konoe singing softly, tail swishing as he is putting things away, it is really something new—Konoe falls silent as soon as he becomes aware of his audience, ashamed as if he has been caught doing something indecent, so Bardo quickly closes the door behind himself before Konoe can think of escaping; "I'm not here at all," he says, smiling and leaning back; "Stupid," Konoe mutters, but after a while, his voice rises again, embarrassed and small, singing the words to a sweet, unfamiliar melody.

35 – Sarcasm
It has been close to three months since Asato was last able to visit Ransen, so it is small wonder that the greetings between him and Konoe are particularly enthusiastic, with hugs and laughter and explosive giggles when Asato turns a friendly headbutt into kittenish nuzzling—Bardo, however, feels more inclined to watch Rai, who is observing the entire spectacle with an unreadable expression on his face; "Somewhere, two villages are missing their idiots," he finally says, smirking ruefully and shaking his head, which makes Bardo grin and pat him on the back—"Aw, don't worry, Rai. I bet if you ask nicely, Konoe'll give you the same treatment"—before quickly ducking Rai's swipe at his head.

36 – Sordid
The element of surprise, Bardo thinks, certainly has something to do with why he is left groping for support at the doorframe, his knees suddenly weak—but it is so good, and he has to fight not to close his eyes, because he wants to see—Konoe's face is intent, his eyes half-closed as he works on him, all warm hands and soft lips and clever tongue—and he cannot help but touch, smoothing trembling fingers over Konoe's hair, cupping the back of his head; Konoe glances up at him, a gleam stealing into his eyes, and then he leans forward to take him in his mouth, and it is all Bardo can do not to moan.

37 – Soliloquy
All his life, Konoe has spent carefully sifting through his thoughts, his emotions, his being, to fight against the terrifying feeling of his empathy overwhelming him, when he used to be no longer sure what belonged to him; with Leaks' sleeping soul inside him, his empathy is quiet, subdued, allowing him to sense something else: tingling happiness, soft sadness, soothing calm, searing pleasure—Bardo's emotions trickling through their bond, blending with his own, and Konoe finds that he does not really want to separate those from himself.

38 - Sojourn
He surveys the room that he stayed in for the past two weeks one last time—how strange, it sounds so brief when put into words, like nothing at all, and yet, it feels like a small eternity—and descends downstairs, the bag with his belongings pressed to his chest like a shield—stupid, isn't it, how nervous he feels, almost like an intruder; he opens the door to Bardo's room and immediately notices the change: two beds instead of one, side by side against the wall, and heat spreads across his cheeks at the implications—of course, of course, how stupid of him to make such a fuss about it, silly silly stupid cat—but he does not get very far with berating himself because there are suddenly two hands on his shoulders and a warm voice in his ear, murmuring, "Welcome home."

39 – Share
The kuims are supposed to go into a pie, but Bardo has not missed the glances Konoe keeps sneaking at the fruits—he knows Konoe would never ask for any, so it is up to him to spoil him a bit; "Want one?" he teases, waving the kuim in front of Konoe's lips until he glares and bites, white teeth ripping into red flesh, and Bardo happily surrenders the fruit, instead opting to lick up the juice spilling down Konoe's chin.

40 – Solitary (companion piece to #42)
Rai has taken to dropping by every few weeks, under the pretense of resting and restocking his supplies; the real reason (the only reason) is that he comes to check up on Konoe, and Bardo supposes that this should make him jealous or wary when he sees them sitting together—Konoe smiling and gesturing animatedly, and Rai with a private gleam in his eye; it is abundantly clear that Rai would never come for his sake, but Bardo feels happy enough (or desperate enough) to be the third wheel for the sake of a memory from more than ten years ago.

41 – Nowhere
There is a sharp tug on the fishing line, and Bardo lurches forward to reel it in before the fish can snap it; he removes the fish with some difficulty, tossing it in the bucket—it is a sizeable one, easily enough for the both of them, but he wants to try catching some more; he can serve them to his guests, and besides, he rarely has time to do this, an activity that reminds him of a tall man with a kind voice whose features he cannot remember clearly, but… Bardo glances down to where Konoe is sitting on the rock below, eyes closed against the bright light and toes lightly trailing the water—"Hey… tell me if you're getting bored, okay?"—but Konoe merely tilts his head back to look at him, a contented smile hovering on his lips before he shifts slightly, pillowing his head against Bardo's knee.

42 – Neutral (companion piece to #40)
Bardo pretends he has not stopped charging Rai for the room a long time ago, just as Rai pretends he has not stopped getting up and leaving whenever Bardo makes attempts at joining their conversations; Konoe can feel something changing, slowly, subtly, with both men half unaware of the process, so when he ducks out of the kitchen one evening to find them sitting at the table, Bardo talking in a voice that is lacking his perpetual teasing undertones and Rai supplying one-worded answers in something else than his usual unfriendly manner, Konoe quickly backtracks before they can notice him, a private smile playing across his lips.

43 – Nuance
"Stupid cat" is what Rai calls him and "pervert cat" is what Konoe says, though not quite as often, and over time, Bardo has had so many variations of those two insults thrown at him—in exasperation, in outrage, in shock, in protest, the latter sometimes even in passion—that he considers them pet names, but he likes them best when they sound warm: Rai's hidden behind a derisive snort and a sharp smirk, and Konoe's open, murmured with gentle eyes and a sweet smile.

44 – Near
It is no secret that he loves physical contact, loves touching the people he likes, but things are getting just a little out of hand with Konoe—wrapping an arm around his waist, brushing their tails together almost like an accident, bumping hips while they are trying to get past one another in the kitchen, resting his cheek against the smooth warm side of his neck; sometimes, he wonders if that makes him a letch, but he supposes he would worry a lot more if he did not know that Konoe is perfectly capable of telling him off when he isn't interested—with glares and fangs and claws.

45 – Natural
It has become a game to duck under the arms sneaking around his middle and to deftly twist out of the way of a kiss when they are among guests, so natural that Konoe almost knows when Bardo is about to make another move, just like he knows when Bardo is trying to avoid something or wants to be scritched or is going to ask for the salt during cooking, and when he thinks about it, it is almost a little scary to realize their lives have become so entwined, but nowhere near as scary as it is interesting, exhilarating, wonderful.

46 – Horizon
"The stars are singing tonight," Konoe murmurs as Bardo steps onto the roof, something in him breathing a sigh of relief despite the fact that this is not the first time Konoe has left the bed in the middle of the night, and he knows then that Konoe is listening to something he cannot hear—this, too, is not the first time, and Bardo suspects that it is part of Konoe's growing abilities, just like all the plants in the backyard are suddenly striving exceptionally well; "What are they singing?" he asks, Konoe curling up against him as he sits down, and he receives no answer, but after a moment, Konoe activates the song—its light familiar, its melody strange—to share what the sky is telling him.

47 – Valiant
Bardo clenches his teeth as Konoe meticulously cleans the wounds and then begins sewing them up—the needle piercing his flesh and the string dragging through hurt almost worse than stabbing his own hand, as ridiculous as it sounds; Konoe does not hurry, setting the stitches with the precision of a healer, his face serious and intent, and finishes by wrapping the hand properly—so properly, in fact, that Bardo feels a little disappointed when he does not finish his work with a motherly kiss—"You're not going to make it all better?" he asks, pouting playfully and not really expecting a reaction, but his breath catches in his throat when Konoe looks at him with those darkened eyes and presses his bandaged hand to his cheek, a shaky sigh his only answer.

48 – Virtuous
In theory, it seemed like a good idea to tempt the pretty kitten with cake batter, since he enjoys his food so much; in practice, it looks like this: Konoe on a stool with a bowl in his lap, eyes closed and purring as he licks the remnants of batter off his fingers, and Bardo staring helplessly as that pink tongue darts quickly in and out; it is really quite ridiculous—the boy does not mean to be seductive, is not even aware of what this looks like to an observer, yet he is reacting to it like a teenager during mating season—"Mmmmm," Konoe hums, a long, drawn-out sound deep in his throat, and Bardo discreetly crosses his legs.

49 – Victory (companion piece to #50)
The last time he sparred for fun was literally years ago, so Bardo is sweating and panting from exertion by the time he has managed to corner Konoe against a tree, pinning his hands; he drops his sword where Konoe's has fallen and bends down, inhaling Konoe's scent, reveling in the sound of his harsh breathing—"Got you," he whispers, leaning in to consummate his victory.

50 – Defeat (companion piece to #49)
Suddenly, his feet are kicked out from underneath him, sending him sprawling in the dirt, and before he can react, Konoe is on top of him, effectively pinning his arms—"Got you," he retorts, eyes flashing in triumph, and the position he is in is really quite delectable, so Bardo grins, admitting defeat and offering his mouth for a kiss.

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A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this pairing, not only because they are more sexually playful than the other two (or at least in a different way), but also because Konoe on Bardo's route is somewhat different than on the other routes. It's hard to put into words, but he seems a bit younger here, which is less due to the age difference between him and Bardo and more due to the fact that Bardo is a very relaxed and playful guy. So yeah, I hope that makes sense. And I do apologize for putting so much sex in there; I really don't believe BaruKono is all about the smexing, but they make writing sex so easy and fun.

Some things worthy of note, for the interested reader:
- 16: This is set during the final fight against Leaks; Leaks uses his dark magic to take control of Bardo (and on the other routes, Asato and Rai) through the devil crest on their body.
- 37: In Rai's route, Konoe develops a rudimentary empathic bond with Rai; something which allows touga and sanga to sense each other's presence and maybe feel strong emotions from one another. It might be weaker in the other routes, since Konoe doesn't get much fighting practice there, but I see no reason why he shouldn't develop a bond with Bardo or Asato.
- 46: I admit I'm taking creative liberty here; song seems to be Sisa's natural magic - the game talks about the twin moons having a "song", which I doubt is an actual melody, but the sanga-like magic. I theorized that sanga might naturally be sensitive to this type of energy, since Konoe seems to sense it at some points in the game. The bit about the plants is something I stole from Shui, whose sanga powers made "green grow wherever he walked". I think it would only be natural for Konoe to inherit some of his papa's powers. XD;;;

C&C is very much encouraged and welcome. :)