kinkfest | Distance [Mononoke, an ordinary medicine seller/mononoke, PG]

Title - Distance
Author -

timmesque
Prompt - Mononoke, Medicine Seller/mononoke; clothes fetishization; "the moon and the sea"
Word Count - 290

the winds blows over the ground, rustle, rustle, over the leaves and sand and ground and ripples in the small pools sunken deep, a part of things that are, things to come, things that will be, he muses, his legs crossed and his box laid next to him. His nails are curled around each other as he watches the tide come in, go out, come in, go out, come in, a melody so distant and so precious, so easy to predict, so hard to understand, his minds wraps around the tide, in, out, in, out...his lips twitch. Ah... night....

It was a moonless night and a sunless day, two complete irrationalities colliding in a day and it's a day where an ordinary medicine seller fulfills his part of the bargain, where the mononoke coil and curl on the wisps of seafoam, now at his knees, snakes, not snakes, maybe they're the sea-breath, breathing on his feets, cold, soft, cold all over... They slipped with him, beside him, coils, coils of snakes, of foam, of unnaturalness. And he sighs... a sigh that drags into the air and flees into the wind. The mononoke (was it a woman now? Or perhaps a fish with limbs with fingers everywhere splayed on burnt skin...) reaches for his clothes, touch, touch, they were afraid, even now, what if he chose to break the contract?

But he is still and they continue, past the midday and the midnight and with a final sigh, they take leave, returning with the tide, retreating, retreating and he is limp, lifeless till the light hits his forehead and there's a glint of ferocious gold in his eye. And he is alive again and the sea has left him cold.