in the middle of the night, I go walking in my sleep...
about to crawl into bed early, for a change, as I officially did not sleep on Thursday evening - went to bed at about 4 in the morning (because when I got home early to begin my three day weekend, I crashed into my bed for a two hour nap). Sleep, it's what's for dinner.
But a happy early 4th of July to my fellow Americans and any one who just wants an excuse to light up fireworks, drink sangria and lemonade and roast dead beasts on fire pits...and lovers of independence, obviously.
I am continuing my epic Atashinchi no Danshi rewatch (the last episode! She is soft-subbed, and I'm assuming the hardsubs will now arrive in one complete batch?)
I still need to post the second part of my Sho/Chisato squeecapspam (now with extra PS paint arrows!), commentary on the finale, and of course, finishing the commentathon.
A teaser for wistfulmemory for your prompt "gypsy"(though I'm kind of approaching it backwards, I think)
Except that Trick Heart castle is unlike any home - or house that Sho’s ever been in, or read about. It was a castle, for starters. And a thin, weedy woman wearing a maid’s uniform and pushing a heavy, ancient looking vacuum cleaner answered the door when Shinzo-san finished speaking into the strange recording device.
“This is Inoue-san,” Shinzo-san introduced the woman, who bobbed her head perfunctorily. “She’s Indonesian, but her Japanese is very good - she’ll help look after you when I’m not here.”
“Hello,” he said politely. “I’m Sho.”
Inoue-san leads him through the labyrinth of corridors and staircases before picking a room, (it seems to Sho, rather randomly) and putting his backpack on the bed inside. “I’ll come collect you for meals, is there anything else I can help you with?”
“Uh no, thank you very much, Inoue-san,” Sho stutters. “I have everything I need right now.”
The first night Sho sleeps in his own real bed - he can’t. He stares up at the ceiling, trying to listen for the familiar chirp of cicadas. The stone of the castle carries sound, but it’s echoes of water and strange thumps and are those explosions?
His older brothers - Inoue-san informed him there was master Fuu, who was nineteen, and about to turn twenty in a week, and Takeru-kun, who was seventeen and worked in a garage. Takeru tended to come home at odd hours, and Fuu- it was implied that he showed up whenever he felt like it, and those instances had been decreasing steadily over the past year. Shinzo-san was distressed about it, but there was so much work to be done at Miracle, that a level of absent-minded ignorance was in place regarding Fuu’s behavior. Then there was Masaru, who was pale and intense looking, and looked at him through huge alarmed eyes, and ate his dinner quickly without saying a word. He was twelve.
and a bit from my sequel to Some kind of happily ever after.
“So we’re just going to wander around aimlessly, is that it?” Chisato murmurs.
“Do I have to get you home before you turn into a pumpkin?” Shō teases back. He feels like there’s champagne bubbles in his blood stream, he feels so light and giddy. Maybe it was the memory of her kissing him back, her mouth hesitant and then more assured, her fingers weaving into his hair. She tasted like wine and strawberries, and he wonders if it’s possible to get drunk on a kiss.
“Maybe,” Chisato says and then laughs. “Tonight’s been ….” She pauses, as if searching for a word. “Amazing.”
“Definitely,” Shō agrees. “You look beautiful, by the way.”
good night, try not to set yourselves or any free-standing wooden attractions on fire.
But a happy early 4th of July to my fellow Americans and any one who just wants an excuse to light up fireworks, drink sangria and lemonade and roast dead beasts on fire pits...and lovers of independence, obviously.
I am continuing my epic Atashinchi no Danshi rewatch (the last episode! She is soft-subbed, and I'm assuming the hardsubs will now arrive in one complete batch?)
I still need to post the second part of my Sho/Chisato squeecapspam (now with extra PS paint arrows!), commentary on the finale, and of course, finishing the commentathon.
A teaser for wistfulmemory for your prompt "gypsy"(though I'm kind of approaching it backwards, I think)
Except that Trick Heart castle is unlike any home - or house that Sho’s ever been in, or read about. It was a castle, for starters. And a thin, weedy woman wearing a maid’s uniform and pushing a heavy, ancient looking vacuum cleaner answered the door when Shinzo-san finished speaking into the strange recording device.
“This is Inoue-san,” Shinzo-san introduced the woman, who bobbed her head perfunctorily. “She’s Indonesian, but her Japanese is very good - she’ll help look after you when I’m not here.”
“Hello,” he said politely. “I’m Sho.”
Inoue-san leads him through the labyrinth of corridors and staircases before picking a room, (it seems to Sho, rather randomly) and putting his backpack on the bed inside. “I’ll come collect you for meals, is there anything else I can help you with?”
“Uh no, thank you very much, Inoue-san,” Sho stutters. “I have everything I need right now.”
The first night Sho sleeps in his own real bed - he can’t. He stares up at the ceiling, trying to listen for the familiar chirp of cicadas. The stone of the castle carries sound, but it’s echoes of water and strange thumps and are those explosions?
His older brothers - Inoue-san informed him there was master Fuu, who was nineteen, and about to turn twenty in a week, and Takeru-kun, who was seventeen and worked in a garage. Takeru tended to come home at odd hours, and Fuu- it was implied that he showed up whenever he felt like it, and those instances had been decreasing steadily over the past year. Shinzo-san was distressed about it, but there was so much work to be done at Miracle, that a level of absent-minded ignorance was in place regarding Fuu’s behavior. Then there was Masaru, who was pale and intense looking, and looked at him through huge alarmed eyes, and ate his dinner quickly without saying a word. He was twelve.
and a bit from my sequel to Some kind of happily ever after.
“So we’re just going to wander around aimlessly, is that it?” Chisato murmurs.
“Do I have to get you home before you turn into a pumpkin?” Shō teases back. He feels like there’s champagne bubbles in his blood stream, he feels so light and giddy. Maybe it was the memory of her kissing him back, her mouth hesitant and then more assured, her fingers weaving into his hair. She tasted like wine and strawberries, and he wonders if it’s possible to get drunk on a kiss.
“Maybe,” Chisato says and then laughs. “Tonight’s been ….” She pauses, as if searching for a word. “Amazing.”
“Definitely,” Shō agrees. “You look beautiful, by the way.”
good night, try not to set yourselves or any free-standing wooden attractions on fire.