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Who: Akechi Mitsuhide [wavesoakedlegs] and Chōsokabe Motochika [behisstrength].
When: Late afternoon.
Where: Their clearing in the forest ➞ their hut.
Style: Prose.
Status: Closed.
It was early that morning when Motochika had put the last element for their wedding in place: a carved chest which contained Mitsuhide's outfit for the ceremony, carefully designed by his hand.
Mitsuhide wanted a traditional aesthetic, and so Motochika had prepared jûban, kosode, hakama and dôbuku for them both. Mitsuhide's jûban was wisteria in colour, and his own was medium turquoise; their charcoal kosode (which bore small mon on both sides of the chest) and their cool grey hakama were matching; most lavish and striking of all was their beautiful dôbuku, rich and intricately embroidered. Mitsuhide's was byzantium in colour and the patterned silk bore elegant bellflowers growing upwards from the hem. Motochika's was deep sky blue, depicting vibrant cresting waves. A smaller box rested with Mitsuhide's clothes, containing a hair tie and elegant hair ornaments.
They had agreed to spend the morning apart to prepare separately, then reunite in the afternoon at their clearing, ready for the ceremony itself.
That was where Motochika waited now, dressed and groomed to perfection. This was their private, self-built haven, where he and Mitsuhide had made a number of treasured memories at all stages of their progress from friends to lovers – there was no place more deserving of hosting their transition from lovers to husbands. He awaited Mitsuhide's arrival with an eagerness that surpassed words, his keen eyes fixed intently on the threshold where Mitsuhide would emerge from the surrounding forest.
Any moment now.
Motochika's anticipation resounded through every part of him, body and soul.
wavesoakedlegs] and Chōsokabe Motochika [behisstrength].When: Late afternoon.
Where: Their clearing in the forest ➞ their hut.
Style: Prose.
Status: Closed.
It was early that morning when Motochika had put the last element for their wedding in place: a carved chest which contained Mitsuhide's outfit for the ceremony, carefully designed by his hand.
Mitsuhide wanted a traditional aesthetic, and so Motochika had prepared jûban, kosode, hakama and dôbuku for them both. Mitsuhide's jûban was wisteria in colour, and his own was medium turquoise; their charcoal kosode (which bore small mon on both sides of the chest) and their cool grey hakama were matching; most lavish and striking of all was their beautiful dôbuku, rich and intricately embroidered. Mitsuhide's was byzantium in colour and the patterned silk bore elegant bellflowers growing upwards from the hem. Motochika's was deep sky blue, depicting vibrant cresting waves. A smaller box rested with Mitsuhide's clothes, containing a hair tie and elegant hair ornaments.
They had agreed to spend the morning apart to prepare separately, then reunite in the afternoon at their clearing, ready for the ceremony itself.
That was where Motochika waited now, dressed and groomed to perfection. This was their private, self-built haven, where he and Mitsuhide had made a number of treasured memories at all stages of their progress from friends to lovers – there was no place more deserving of hosting their transition from lovers to husbands. He awaited Mitsuhide's arrival with an eagerness that surpassed words, his keen eyes fixed intently on the threshold where Mitsuhide would emerge from the surrounding forest.
Any moment now.
Motochika's anticipation resounded through every part of him, body and soul.
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When the last ornament was slid into place, he spent a few minutes going through everything in his head before making his way to the clearing; by the time he got there, Mitsuhide's cheeks were slightly pink. He was feeling both incredibly excited and incredibly shy, the two together ensuring that the flush wouldn't be fading anytime soon.
This would be a day combining the traditional and the completely non-traditional; that was incredibly appropriate, considering it was the day in which he and Motochika were to be bound together.
Casting his gaze about, Mitsuhide quickly found his lover and walked over to join him, smile growing radiant.
"I hope I did not take too long," he said, voice soft and warm.