(Untitled)

[wavesoakedlegs]

Characters: behisstrength, wavesoakedlegs and maybe kagayakashi if she likes, later on.
Location: 12 Olie Street, Phanga neighbourhood
Time: Evening, then early morning.
Style: Whatever you want!
Status: Closed.

Comments

[behisstrength]

Though it was hard, Motochika knew the best thing to do was to be brave about the situation and take each day as it came -- even if his father wasn't there to witness it. Despite initial misgivings, Gracia had made it bearable, and trying to watch over Momomaru had given him something to focus on.

He had just gone to put away the shamisen that he had found a few days ago; practicing was a comfort to him. Music remained a constant when all else changed. As he'd done so, Motochika had discovered a white fur stole, thick and soft, which he now wore wrapped around him. It was long on him, meant for an adult. He hadn't really intended to keep it, but after he had put it on... well. He didn't want to part with it.

Returning downstairs, he went into the living room and upon spotting Momomaru curled up on the sofa, moved to sit next to his young friend. He touched Momomaru's arm gently and smiled, though the expression was half-buried in fur.

"You look tired."

[wavesoakedlegs]

Mitsuhide blinked. He'd not noticed Motochika's arrival until the other had touched his arm and probably would have jumped a little, had he not been so sleepy. Smiling slightly, he pushed some stray hair out of his eyes.

"I am," he replied. "Without the sky, the sun and the moon it's hard to sleep normally. It's too wierd, how days work down here."

His gaze fell upon the fur stole (which was completely unmissable) and without hesitating, he reached out to touch it. It was fluffy and soft to the touch.

"That's nice. I bet it's warm. Did you find it in the house?"

[behisstrength]

Momomaru had a point about the sky, sun and moon. But it bothered him less in a way -- he loved the ocean. It was amazing to be beneath it, in a magic bubble... just as long as it wasn't permanently, or for too much longer.

"I did."

In response to Momomaru's interest in it, he unwound the stole halfway, and then draped the longer end over Momomaru's shoulders.

"See how warm it is for yourself."

[wavesoakedlegs]

The fur rushed against a ticklish part of his neck, causing Momomaru to giggle slightly as Motochika draped it around him. Luckily the stole didn't quite reach that spot once it was actually set down on his shoulders.

"It's very warm!" he declared after a few seconds. "Warm and cosy."

He ran a hand down it and hummed with approval.

"Really long too."

early morning

[behisstrength]

It was the tickle of fur at his cheek, stirred by a sighed breath, that woke Motochika

[wavesoakedlegs]

An hour or so later, Mitsuhide began to wake.

It was a slow process. He had slept very well the previous night, his dreams full of his long-dead, treasured mother. She'd smiled at him, held him, sung him lullabies. It was these images, mixed with real images, that occupied his mind as he gradually shifted into full consciousness. Mitsuhide had loved all of his family whilst growing up, as was natural, but has shared a particularly strong bond with his mother. Her death had hit him hard; the pain more intense than any he'd ever known before that time.

It was, therefore, particularly nice to remember the good times, her face full of health and the beauty he'd always firmly believed she had. So he was smiling when his eyes fluttured open.

A stretch and a yawn. Mitsuhide thought sleepily about breakfast before his senses really kicked in and informed him where he was.

Myself and Lord Motochika... we were cursed... cursed back to childhood, and last night we curled up together...They were still curled up now, his friend's fur stole

[behisstrength]

Despite Mitsuhide's care, the movement combined with the natural light caused Motochika to stir from his light sleep. His eyes flickered open, and when he registered that Mitsuhide was awake, Motochika greeted his friend with a lazy smirk.

[wavesoakedlegs]

A pause. His attempt had failed, and now Motochika was looking at him. Mitsuhide met the gaze for a moment, the awkward feeling now filling him up. What could he say?

"Good morning, my Lord," was what he settled on, a few seconds later.

He then looked away and continued tugging at the stole, managing to loosen it. Unfortunately for him, in doing so it brushed against the ticklish spot at the back of his neck again. The samurai made a face but surpressed the laughter. Finally freeing himself, he offered his end of the fur back to his friend.

"That was... an interesting curse..."