☆` when i was younger i saw my daddy cry.

[kagayakashi]

Characters: wavesoakedlegs & kagayakashi.
Location: Their house, 12 Olie. Later on, Mitsuhide's bedroom.
Time: After the implementation of the curfew. Nighttime.
Style: Prose?
Status: CLOSED.

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[wavesoakedlegs]

Mitsuhide had gone to bed alone. Temporarily, of course. Motochika did not always join him at the same time but he always joined him before it got very late; that was especially true of the past few weeks. The other man seemed very careful about leaving Mitsuhide on his own. Sometimes Mitsuhide left the house, of course, wandering Vatheon or going to their clearing in the forest. Just to think (or more accurately, to dwell). But the curfew meant that he always had to come home at night

[kagayakashi]

She allowed herself a small smile before she opened the door and poked her head in. Of course he knew it was her. She wasn't sure if they slept in the same bed - him and Motochika - but Gracia had a feeling that if they did, Motochika wouldn't be the type to practice formalities. They were already that comfortable with one another

[wavesoakedlegs]

"Yes." That much he could tell her, at least. "But that is nothing very unusual for me, Gracia."

Which was true. He'd been prone to nightmares for a long, long time; years now. It was just that they tended to get more disturbing and more frequent during certain times, depending on how he was feeling. Right now the source of Mitsuhide's low mood and in turn the nightmares was his dwelling on Honnouji and Yamazaki, two subjects he did not want to discuss in detail with the young woman.

She had enough sorrow of her own to deal with; he did not want her to take on any of his own.

"Do not worry," he said, offering a faint smile. "You have come to my room at this late hour, so something must be troubling you."

/sorry for the edit button abuse >.<

[kagayakashi]

She nodded once and hesitated -

- no, not tonight. They need not confront their pain tonight. Now was the time for relief, and she would give him whatever relief he needed, no matter what it demanded from her. Gracia tilted her head to the side in a subtle motion, looking up at her father with tired eyes of her own. (It would never compare to his, though. Never ever.)

"I had a nightmare too." She glanced around the room briefly, before continuing her reply. "May I sleep with you tonight, father?"

- Because his physical presence next to hers is the only thing that can soothe her heart right now. And maybe it can soothe his too.