Open Log

[wavesoakedlegs]

Characters: wavesoakedlegs, behisstrength, kagayakashi and all the guests!
Location: 12 Olie Street in the Phanga neighbourhood.
Time: Throughout the afternoon.
Style: Whatever you wish!
Status: This is an open log for Gracia's birthday celebrations, so set up threads and mingle with one another. Anybody is welcome! Your hosts and behisstrength will be around, of course but the mundanes won't, so

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[wavesoakedlegs]

[Mitsuhide returns that glance, smiles, and looks back to watch as Gracia opens the first gift.]

I could have done no less.

[He wonders if he should ask Gracia to open Motochika's gifts before opening his second one. Because the second one contains a carved necklace; a carved necklace with his own name and the name of Tenkai carved into it. The fake name he'd taken after the Battle of Yamazaki. The two names are linked to imply they are the same person, as is the truth, and there is also an inscription detailing where he'd fled to and lived as Tenkai.]

[Mitsuhide had thought long and hard about whether or not it was right to let her know. He did not know the specifics of what had happened in her world, after all. But in the end he'd decided she had a right to know, and decided to give her the information in the form of something that she could wear. That way, when she was sent back home, she might still have it with her even if she forgot Vatheon.]

[It was a chance to heal her broken heart, back there.]...when you have opened that

[kagayakashi]

[ Mitsuhide was very much on the dot; Gracia ran away yet again, this time stowing herself away inside a cargo box so she could figure out how the ways of the world worked. Besides that, she very much wanted to help her father, and she believed that by staying home would be no help at all. So even if he tried his best to shelter her away from the war, it was inevitable with her fighting spirit, with her curiosity and total dedication to her father, that she would somehow slip away and become exposed to battle.

The Akechi stubbornness was present in both of them, it seemed, though in different manners. ]

[ She pauses for some time, letting all the words and emotions sink even deeper into her core. A broken man - that was what she would find if she chose to seek him out. A broken man who had all his dreams shattered and had his only support taken away from him. In part, she felt a tad bit guilty. So that was what she addresses first. Gracia glances at Motochika, her red hair slightly veiling part of her face.I shouldn't have left

[wavesoakedlegs]

[Mitsuhide waits for Gracia to finish before speaking, pondering on her words. Her husband? Mention of a husband is not actually surprising to him, though he cannot imagine choosing a match for her would have been easy, and besides, it is not the time to question her about such details. Mentions of Hideyoshi dwell on his mind a little more. He can vividly remember facing the man one-on-one, and the words both of them had said then. The leader of the Toyotomi spoke both harsh words and surprsingly gentle ones. Accusations of indecision and weakness, but also a promse to rule the land well one day. Mitsuhide had been allowed to flee when word of Motochika's defeat had been announced across the battlefield

[behisstrength]

[Motochika doubts that; he may not have experienced the same loss at Yamazaki as Mitsuhide and Gracia had, yet he knows himself. He would not have sent Gracia away if they'd stood any chance of turning the tide of battle.

Not that any good would come out of saying as much, so Motochika does not voice it.

What's done is done.

Some good has come out of it, at least -- Gracia's resolve is the kind of legacy that honours the departed.

Motochika raises his eyebrows a fraction at mention of a husband, but that's a matter for Mitsuhide to address first, and a glance at the younger samurai reveals that Mitsuhide's thoughts are elsewhere.

Motochika recognises that expression. Silently he places a hand upon the small of Mitsuhide's back.]

The promise of a better tomorrow... there is an additional reason to celebrate. [Dwelling will do no good now; it's an unsubtle hint.] The day is not done yet.

[kagayakashi]

[ Gracia stares at the cloth of the sofa. ]

Father, you're part of my happiness. I want you around, always.

[ Somehow, her birthday became bittersweet. She was supposed to be happy today, to enjoy herself, but now...now her mind was filled with other things to worry about. Still, she couldn't allow the hardwork put into the party to go to waste, so she leans back straight and puts on her necklace quietly. ]

I'm almost an adult. One more year to go, and I really won't be a child anymore. [ Gracia smiles, though there was little mirth. ] I hope I'll still be in this city by then. [ She looks at the two, sadly. ]

I hope I don't have to leave. This place is like the land you've always dreamed of. Nobody is fighting, everyone is at peace. The curses are bad sometimes, but they go away after a while.

[ She bites her lip. It was extremely selfish on her part, but Gracia couldn't seem to bring herself to care. She says nothing else after that. Her words, her expression, they all imply what she truly desires. Perhaps it wasn't to

[wavesoakedlegs]

[Gracia has echoed one of Mitsuhide's own desires: to remain in Vatheon. Where else can he be with those he loves? Not in his Japan. Never again in his Japan. Who knew if he'd even get to keep his memories of Vatheon there? He could forget his daughter, this child of light and hope. He could forget his love for Motochika and the fact the other man had loved him back. Those who had left and returned had said different things, so it was a matter of chance...]

[With a last surge of strength, Mitsuhide offers Gracia a warm smile before she leaves and says:]

You will be happy. Everything I see in you, and heard from you today, tells me this is true.

[A nod.]

Lord Motochika is right. There is much of the day left; your friends will be here soon, I am sure. Keep smiling, Gracia.

[He waits long enough for her to leave and get to her room before speaking again. Glancing at his lover, still sat at his side, he lets his mask slip and asks:]

Do you think that was the right thing to do, my Lord?

[behisstrength]

[There is only one answer Motochika can give to that question. He answers with certainty.]

Yes.

[A life untouched by sorrow was impossible for those born into their age. The necklace had brought deep-seated pain to the surface for both father and daughter, yet it also gave hope for the future. It was ultimately a resounding step forward.]

For Gracia, and for yourself.