wavesoakedlegs: ([Di] The reflection that can't be mine)
Akechi Mitsuhide ([personal profile] wavesoakedlegs) wrote in [community profile] vatheon2012-12-25 12:54 pm

snow, gifts and mistletoe

Who: Mitsuhide ([personal profile] wavesoakedlegs) and Motochika ([personal profile] behisstrength).
When: Today, late morning.
Where: Their household.
Style: Prose, though feel free to change if you wish, dear!
Status: Closed!


Over two years had passed since Mitsuhide had arrived in Vatheon, and he still only knew a few things about Christmas.

The most important one was that it was a winter festival of giving, and he was quite content to celebrate such a festival. Gifting those you loved could only ever be a good thing, after all. It had taken him quite some time to settle on the right presents for his family, and now he was sat in his room staring at two particular parcels. These were for his lover and betrothed, Motochika.

He was rather nervous about both of them, for different reasons. The larger contained a slim book that he'd bound himself. It was filled with poetry of a rather unusual kind, something he had written but not dared share with Motochika before. Even now he wasn't sure if he would be able to stand in the same room as his lover whilst the older samurai read it; it would be far too embarrassing.

As for the other one, well... he simply wasn't sure how well it would be received.

Picking them up, the samurai turned them over in his hands before standing and heading downstairs. Mitsuhide had dressed in an appropriate manner for a festival; his kimono and hakama were exquisite and his hair left loose. No doubt Motochika would appreciate that by itself. The Hero of Tosa was never shy about conveying his appreciation for the way Mitsuhide dressed.

(Though if truth be told, Motochika seemed to appreciated Mitsuhide in anything he wore, which was rather shameless of him).

"Lord Motochika?" he called out when he reached the bottom floor, peering curiously into their living room.
behisstrength: (music)

[personal profile] behisstrength 2012-12-25 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Motochika was sat on the sofa, his shamisen on his lap and his eyes closed as he focused on the gentle music; he continued to play as he glanced up at the sound of Mitsuhide's voice.

"Mitsuhide," he answered, a smile emerging on his face as his gaze roamed over his betrothed. "Come and join me."

His own presents for Mitsuhide sat wrapped beneath their tree, waiting.
behisstrength: (raging wave)

[personal profile] behisstrength 2012-12-26 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
Motochika's eyes followed Mitsuhide as Mitsuhide came to him; he turned his head to avoid breaking his gaze.

"No. An hour at most. Did you enjoy your lie-in?"

His hands stilled, his melody ending; he set his shamisen and bachi aside and angled his body towards Mitsuhide.

It was rare that he woke up before his lover, let alone rose whilst Mitsuhide slept on. And if he'd finally captured a photograph of Mitsuhide adrift in dreams, well, he was keeping that to himself, a private delight.

There was no evidence of Mitsuhide's earlier languor now; dressed with meticulous care and attention to detail Mitsuhide was the very vision of noble elegance, not even a single hair out of place.

Motochika knew himself to be an immensely fortunate indeed; his self-satisfaction was entirely justified when this man was his in body and soul.

Motochika let his appreciation be known, his rich voice warm and loving. "You look truly magnificent."
behisstrength: ([ship] tilt)

[personal profile] behisstrength 2012-12-26 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Motochika raised a hand and lightly grasped Mitsuhide's chin; with gentle insistence he turned Mitsuhide's head and then claimed his morning kiss.

"Today is a day of indulgence."
behisstrength: (soft)

[personal profile] behisstrength 2012-12-26 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Motochika followed Mitsuhide's gaze to the presents before his eyes flicked to Mitsuhide's mouth.

The way Mitsuhide bit his lip said it all; Motochika listened, wondering what gifts could embarrass his lover so. Curiosity piqued, his hand fell from Mitsuhide's face with a parting brush of his fingertips.

He smirked.

"Hah. Go ahead, Mitsuhide. I do not want you to feel uncomfortable."
behisstrength: (smile)

[personal profile] behisstrength 2012-12-31 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
With Mitsuhide departed from the room, Motochika's attention turned to the presents in his hold. He set them down on his lap and picked up the smaller gift first.

It took but a moment to upwrap it, unveiling a small box, which he then opened to reveal a ring. He freed the ring and held it before his eyes, turning it between his thumb and forefinger; its design spoke perfectly of his tastes, and the glistening sapphires embelled within were a stunning touch.

Given Gracia's enthusiastic research into wedding traditions in every culture imaginable, the significance of a ring was not lost upon him, and Mitsuhide hadn't compromised on finding a unique, resonant ring. It was truly a romantic gesture. For that reason, Motochika placed it back into the box, leaving the lid off -- perhaps he could yet convince Mitsuhide to slide it onto his finger, despite Mitsuhide's embarrassed aversion to grandly intimate gestures.

Motochika smiled brightly to himself, his heart brimming with love, and moved on to the larger present.

A book: within, poetry written in Mitsuhide's familiar, elegant hand.

Motochika's eyebrows rose as he read the first verse of the collection, and a surprised, but pleased laugh escaped him.

Mitsuhide, even after all their years together, still could surprise him; he loved every glimpse of Mitsuhide's defiant soul.

It was not simply poetry, or even just love poetry, but intimate poetry in both senses of the word.

For all the Mitsuhide was open and vocal about his enjoyment during their lovemaking, Mitsuhide was immensely shy of it before and after, and normally took coaxing to share any admission at all of his need or his desire.

Motochika knew that Mitsuhide wrote erotic poetry -- poetry for Mitsuhide was what music was for Motochika, the expression of his innermost self -- and even where it was kept, so its existence did not surprise him. Yet close as they were, Mitsuhide was an intensely private man and had guarded it fiercely, unwilling to share it even with Motochika.

To receive it as a gift was a new level of trust, of intimacy between them.

Fitting, given that they were soon to wed.

No wonder that Mitsuhide had made such a swift retreat.

Motochika's delight was impossible to contain; it spilled from every part of him: his eyes and his smile, his body language, his energy and his air.
behisstrength: (affection)

[personal profile] behisstrength 2013-01-01 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"I do not doubt that it is."

Motochika closed the book of poetry and left it upon his lap as his eyes turned to Mitsuhide. His gaze was both heated and expectant, a look that no doubt could be felt, even if it was not seen by Mitsuhide's averted eyes.

"Thank you for your gifts, my love," he spoke, with vibrant adoration, "I am awash in a sea of joy, swept up by the depth of their intimacy."

He picked up the open ringbox and set it on top of the book, then patted the portion of sofa right beside him in invitation. There was an audible whump.

Motochika wanted Mitsuhide close, whether or not Mitsuhide felt shy.
behisstrength: ([ship] converse)

[personal profile] behisstrength 2013-01-02 01:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Motochika leant in and kissed Mitsuhide's cheek. He brought his hands to Mitsuhide's and caught hold of them, then turned them palm up.

"I shall take my time and savour every word," he promised with underlying heat.

He pressed down against Mitsuhide's palms in wordless command before he withdrew his hands. He fetched the open box containing his ring and set it down in Mitsuhide's grasp.

"Mitsuhide. Let us embrace this custom in its entirety..."

Motochika rested one hand upon Mitsuhide's knee, and held out the other in an anticipatory gesture.

"Set this ring in its rightful place on my finger with your own hands."
behisstrength: (softer)

[personal profile] behisstrength 2013-01-02 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Motochika's smile deepened as he watched Mitsuhide become increasingly flustered.

"Yes," he answered, endeared, before he flexed his ring finger pointedly. "Make your claim."

As he encouraged Mitsuhide to proceed Motochika rubbed Mitsuhide's knee, a tiny, affectionate outflow of the fierce love he felt for his betrothed.
Edited 2013-01-02 14:53 (UTC)
behisstrength: (adore)

[personal profile] behisstrength 2013-01-02 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Perfect," Motochika drawled, utterly satisfied.

His gaze shifted to his hand and the new, striking adornment he wore; after a long moment of admiration, he cupped Mitsuhide's face with said hand, and raised his eyes to Mitsuhide's face.

What a magnificent sight it was.