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[It is a very groggy samurai that appears in the SFC feed. Over a week of sleeping has left Mitsuhide with many aches and a great hunger; he has not eaten yet, but has obviously washed himself. His hair, loose about his shoulders, has a sheen to it that suggests it is still a little damp. He runs a hand through it as he talks.]

This is perhaps the third time in two years that the cursed sleep has affected me. Odd, how Lord Motochika is often affected at the same time...

[A pause, and then Mitsuhide turns his head away from the feed to yawn quietly before getting to the main point of this post:]

Tama, I wish to talk to you as soon as you are free.

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A race? You would suggest such a thing.

[Mitsuhide shakes his head a little and laughs, fingers still in motion.]

I think it best to start with the walk or swim before any kind of race. You are completely incapable of 'friendly' competition.

The point of competition is to be competitive.

[Motochika provokes, shedding a little of his languidness for vigour, but losing none of his warmth.]

But very well.

[By now Mitsuhide is satisfied with the condition of Motochika's hair. He draws his hands back and tilts his head to the side. That was a comment that revealed a lot about his lover's nature.]

Sometimes the point of competition is fun, and that alone.

[There is a pause, and despite everything Mitsuhide cannot help but throw in a blatantly challenging comment:]

Besides, I would defeat you in all things except swimming.

[Motochika props himself up, craning his head to look up at Mitsuhide. He smirks.]

So you promise to best me, do you? We shall see, Mitsuhide.

[After that is, of course, when his stomach makes its demands clear, rumbling.]

I make no promise, my love.

[It was merely jest, after all, but Mitsuhide has grown rather fond of provoking Motochika's competitive side. He laughs at that stomach rumble.]

For now, we should both eat. I fear we shall have to make do with whatever we can find in the cupboards until we are fit to leave the house.

[He is not touching anything Tama made, after all. Not after the sandwich he had laid eyes on earlier. Mitsuhide gently pushes Motochika away and stands up.]

Come.

[Motochika gets up himself, and takes a moment to stretch out his legs before he comes to Mitsuhide's side and twines their fingers together.]

Then let us hope that something substantial awaits us.

Hope indeed.

[He has no idea yet if anyone has bothered to restock their food supply. There should be plenty of dried foods at least, enough to sustain them until they are ready to leave the house.]

[A large, properly cooked meal is what they really need, but such will have to wait.]

[Mitsuhide leads Motochika downstairs. The kitchen is at least clean when they enter it, but that gives no indication of what might remain within the cupboards.]

Tonight we must accept the hospitality of the locals. [Mitsuhide says softly, as he opens their fridge and peers inside.] Perhaps we can visit the island afterwards. It will be cool and pleasant, at night.

[Because he doubts they will be sleeping early. With a sigh, Mitsuhide draws back.]

There is little in there. I know we have bread; perhaps sandwiches will have to do, for the moment.

They will suffice.

[Motochika releases Mitsuhide's hand and briefly leans in to press a light kiss to Mitsuhide's cheek before moving to the cupboard to retrieve a glass. Glass in hand, he heads to the sink to pour himself some water.]

[Mitsuhide makes himself busy preparing the sandwiches. After gathering what fillings they have together (mostly different jams) he gets to work, making them as quickly and efficiently as possible.]

[The young samurai is eager to get things sorted. So much time has been wasted in their bed, under the cursed sleep. He knows that when he tends to his Lapras, Miyuki, she is going to be rather agitated. The last time he had been swept under had caused something of a possessive streak to appear in her. This could only make it worse.]

I think you may have to avoid Miyuki for a while. [He says after a short while, when most of the sandwiches are complete.] She gets jealous of you at the best of times.

[When Motochika finishes drinking his water he sets the glass down by the sink.]

I'll keep that in mind.

[He approaches Mitsuhide and hovers over his lover's shoulder.]

So long as she does not take you hostage.

She will not.

[He laughs as he finishes the last of the sandwiches, certain images filling his head.]

Do you imagine me locked away in a tower, my Lord? A captive sealed within, with no stairs to climb up or down?

[Mitsuhide is thinking of one of the stories contained within a book of fairytales, one of the first books he had owned in Vatheon, as it happened.]

[His hair, though long, cannot hope to match that of the princess in that tale.]

A tower made of ice.

[Motochika steps in, pressing flush against Mitsuhide's back. He brushes a hand over Mitsuhide's side then reaches for one of the freshly-made sandwiches.]

Where a haunting song echoes in the air and those who draw too close to you fall into slumber.

A tragic fate. Stuck in an icy tower, with all potential rescuers kept away by a powerful magic.

[It seems they are weaving their own fairytale now. Mitsuhide pictures the scene and smiles to himself, tipping his head back just a little against Motochika's shoulder. He picks up and eats half of a sandwich himself before continuing.]

What could possibly save me? I daresay I see no way of escaping.

A defiant ballad that drowns out the song.

[Motochika raises his own sandwich to his mouth and takes a bite before continuing.]

A reunion.

[He curls his free arm around Mitsuhide's waist.]

An embrace warm enough to melt your prison.

The hands of my fearless rescuer would have to work hard. They would have to play for quite some time, after all... unless the power of such a ballad was the key to silencing the enchantment for good.

[Mitsuhide's voice grows playful, a touch teasing. His eyes close.]

Ah, but if there were no stairs to ascend the tower of ice, how could that reunion take place?

On the wings of a large bird raised from youth.

[He has heard that some chocobo fly, after all.]

By slippery stairs crafted of water frozen upon contact with the enchanted ice.

[Motochika takes bites between his suggestions, sounding amused and clearly enjoying the absurdity of said suggestions leaving his mouth.]

A daring climb up footholds forcibly eroded into the wall.

[Om nom nom.]

Or perhaps the magic of a fairy whose favour was won through previous bold deeds.

Edited 2012-07-08 22:21 (UTC)

Previous bold deeds?

[Mitsuhide hums in appreciation, intentionally dramatic. He raises a hand to his lips.]

So it is a decorated hero that comes to my aid, is it? Who could he possibly be? I am most curious.

[Motochika laughs.]

I won't spoil the surprise. But I have heard that he is talented, strong and very attractive.

I see.

[Mitsuhide hums thoughtfully, before turning in Motochika's grasp enough that he can meet his lover's gaze. He is pouting slightly.]

I cannot think of anyone who fits such a description. So they are a stranger, then?

[It takes a lot of effort not to laugh.]

[Motochika smirks, horribly entertained by Mitsuhide's wicked retort and that put on pout. With his sandwich finished and his hand now free, he tenderly traces Mitsuhide's pout with the pad of his thumb.]

No stranger to your heart.

[Mitsuhide hasn't finished with his teasing yet. He fixes a look of shock on his face!]

So you have competition, then.

[He drops his hand to his side, and shakes his head.]

I fear for any who must compete with you, my Lord.

[Motochika lowers his hand and cocks his head.]

You are confident of my victory, are you?

I was thinking more of your fiercely competitive side... and your possessive side, too.

[Mitsuhide does laugh, this time.]

Would you do nothing, if another actively pursued me?

[The humour mostly fades from his features now, replaced by a more gentle, loving expression. His voice becomes softer too. These are sincere words, ones he is a little embarassed by. They have been in a relationship for a long time now, but that doesn't make some things any less embarassing to say.]

But... yes. I am certain of it.

[Motochika shakes his head -- they both know that he would not sit back in that case. His own expression softens in response to Mitsuhide's change.]

Excellent.

[He brushes back Mitsuhide's fringe from his face.]

You are mine, and I am yours.

[Mitsuhide's cheeks flush, but his smile deepens.]

So it is, and always will be.

[This moment makes him realise the depth of another kind of hunger, made particularly strong due to their long time asleep. He shifts, and sighs almost inaudibly, but it is not the moment for such things.]

[Food first, and then a visit to the island to help remove the stiffness from their joints.]

Eat your fill, Lord Motochika. [Mitsuhide says.] I shall run you a bath while you do so.

Thank you, my love.

[Motochika kisses Mitsuhide, unwilling to leave his affection unvoiced -- so to speak -- before he unwinds his arm from around Mitsuhide's waist to allow his lover the freedom to move away.

He is, admittedly, ravenous.]

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