[079] - [Video]

[wavesoakedlegs]

[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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[wavesoakedlegs]

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.

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[behisstrength]

[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.

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[wavesoakedlegs]

[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.

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[behisstrength]

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.]