☆` when i was younger i saw my daddy cry.
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.
( ...and curse at the wind. He broke his own heart and I watched as he tried to reassemble it. )
Location: Their house, 12 Olie. Later on, Mitsuhide's bedroom.
Time: After the implementation of the curfew. Nighttime.
Style: Prose?
Status: CLOSED.
( ...and curse at the wind. He broke his own heart and I watched as he tried to reassemble it. )
Her smile faded the moment she saw his face. Gracia bit her lip and looked extremely worried. This was affecting him more than she thought it would.
"You're not getting much sleep, are you father?" She said softly, as she moved across the room to stand by his side. When she reached the edge of the bed, and she could see his tiredness close up, her worry only worsened. Her heart ached to see him so worn out.
"...Are you having nightmares?" Gracia whispered. Perhaps it was a rhetorical question, but she had no time to stop herself from asking. She wasn't thinking very straight at the moment; all she wanted to do at that moment was to alleviate his pains - even if her presence by his side brought only minimal comfort at best. And maybe, if there was any more comfort left, her pains could be soothed too.
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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."
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- 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.
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"Our unconscious minds can be dreadfully cruel, sometimes." His voice had grown more quiet and thoughtful, though warmer as well. "At night we cannot simply banish the darker thoughts away... but at the same time, we can enjoy visions of peaceful days and wonderful worlds that can exist nowhere else."
The sadness did not leave his eyes as he watched Gracia, and the melancholy air did not shift, but otherwise his expression had become a comforting one.
"In his dreams, a man can become a hawk and fly freely in the sky."
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"In our dreams, we can find the gentle land that we've always fought for. Won't we, father?" Gracia looked up at his face, silently willing away the shadows that constantly haunted him. She clenched her fists underneath the sheets and spoke again.
"Maybe we can share good dreams tonight too, because we're sleeping right next to each other?" Half of her knew it was a little far-fetched to say such a thing, she's never heard of literally sharing a dream, but her innocence told her to keep believing in whatever it is that has yet to be proven wrong.
And so she did.
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