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vatheon2012-03-02 12:07 am
kagayakashi) wrote in vatheon2012-03-02 12:07 am
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☆` red and blue, i mix so well with you.
Who: Gracia & Motochika.
Where: Inside their home!
When: Right after Gracia awakens from her almost-two-month sleep!
Style: Prose-y wosey? ~
Status: CLOSED.
As she stood from her heavily creased bed, a rather groggy Gracia came to the conclusion that her time in Vatheon was spent either running around the city, participating in adventures with her new friends and her family, or sleeping for indefinite periods of time. She frowned, allowing herself a moment to express a quiet moan of frustration. How long was she asleep this time, and what in the world did she miss? What irked the young woman the most was how these bouts of slumber came at the most random times, and without her knowledge of it. Sleep was all well and good, but Gracia had an active soul, and more importantly, a very caring heart. To awaken knowing you were asleep while important events happened to the people you cared for - and she knew there was bound to be something! - only served to make her feel worse.
After a rather hilarious (and loud) misunderstanding regarding Futon's whereabouts, Gracia walked across her room and opened the door. Said puppy, who grew a few inches bigger she might dare say, ran past her feet, towards the downstairs living room, barking all the while. She had to hurry to get dressed; seeing her new pet who diligently kept her company as she snoozed only reminded her of her other two.
"Were they able to eat properly while I was asleep? Oh, I hope nothing bad happened to them!" Needless to say, Gracia felt extremely anxious to get things done. She never could do with long periods of staying still and waiting about.
Ignoring the sounds her stomach was making, Gracia stepped into the bathroom nearest her bedroom and yawned one last time. She washed her face and started preparing her bath water up until her eyes glimpsed at the mirror by the door. The redhead blinked once, twice, thrice. She stood upright, abruptly, stretching her neck closer and closer towards her reflection. When it looked like she might as well have kissed the shiny surface, Gracia stepped back and continued to stare in amazement. Or fright.
"My hair is...long!" She made a sound of genuine surprise, fiddling with untrimmed and severely unkempt crimson locks. Her usual length - hair that ended right around the neck and collarbone area - was now slightly past her shoulders. Her bangs obscured her vision, and the entire left side of her hair was sticking up into the air. Bed head was one thing, but split ends and frizzy tips? Her father would be ashamed! "I've never grown it out like this before. How strange." Gracia pouted at what she was seeing; was this the result of magical sleep?
"What should I do now?" Worriedly, she combed through her hair in an effort to get it to look presentable. She winced at the sudden jolt of pain. Her fingers wound up entangled with the knots the strands made. She started walking around the bath room, arms up and hands on her head trying desperately to comb the rebellious hair out. Sadly, she only made the tangles worse. Gracia leaned herself by the door frame and continued to untangle her hands out of her hair.
How in the world was she ever going to get anything done at this rate?
Where: Inside their home!
When: Right after Gracia awakens from her almost-two-month sleep!
Style: Prose-y wosey? ~
Status: CLOSED.
As she stood from her heavily creased bed, a rather groggy Gracia came to the conclusion that her time in Vatheon was spent either running around the city, participating in adventures with her new friends and her family, or sleeping for indefinite periods of time. She frowned, allowing herself a moment to express a quiet moan of frustration. How long was she asleep this time, and what in the world did she miss? What irked the young woman the most was how these bouts of slumber came at the most random times, and without her knowledge of it. Sleep was all well and good, but Gracia had an active soul, and more importantly, a very caring heart. To awaken knowing you were asleep while important events happened to the people you cared for - and she knew there was bound to be something! - only served to make her feel worse.
After a rather hilarious (and loud) misunderstanding regarding Futon's whereabouts, Gracia walked across her room and opened the door. Said puppy, who grew a few inches bigger she might dare say, ran past her feet, towards the downstairs living room, barking all the while. She had to hurry to get dressed; seeing her new pet who diligently kept her company as she snoozed only reminded her of her other two.
"Were they able to eat properly while I was asleep? Oh, I hope nothing bad happened to them!" Needless to say, Gracia felt extremely anxious to get things done. She never could do with long periods of staying still and waiting about.
Ignoring the sounds her stomach was making, Gracia stepped into the bathroom nearest her bedroom and yawned one last time. She washed her face and started preparing her bath water up until her eyes glimpsed at the mirror by the door. The redhead blinked once, twice, thrice. She stood upright, abruptly, stretching her neck closer and closer towards her reflection. When it looked like she might as well have kissed the shiny surface, Gracia stepped back and continued to stare in amazement. Or fright.
"My hair is...long!" She made a sound of genuine surprise, fiddling with untrimmed and severely unkempt crimson locks. Her usual length - hair that ended right around the neck and collarbone area - was now slightly past her shoulders. Her bangs obscured her vision, and the entire left side of her hair was sticking up into the air. Bed head was one thing, but split ends and frizzy tips? Her father would be ashamed! "I've never grown it out like this before. How strange." Gracia pouted at what she was seeing; was this the result of magical sleep?
"What should I do now?" Worriedly, she combed through her hair in an effort to get it to look presentable. She winced at the sudden jolt of pain. Her fingers wound up entangled with the knots the strands made. She started walking around the bath room, arms up and hands on her head trying desperately to comb the rebellious hair out. Sadly, she only made the tangles worse. Gracia leaned herself by the door frame and continued to untangle her hands out of her hair.
How in the world was she ever going to get anything done at this rate?
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He shared a look with Takumi as the sounds of Futon's enthusiastic barking reached them before Futon came skittering in; with Takumi perched on his shoulder, Motochika set aside his shamisen and rose to his feet, following Futon as the puppy raced back up the stairs.
It did not take long to spot Gracia.
A powerful wave of relief filled Motochika at the sight of her awake. She hadn't stirred for over two months and that had increasingly been cause for concern. Someone as vibrant as Gracia was not mean to be still for so long.
“You're awake,” he called out as he approached, heralding his arrival.
He reached out and lifted her chin, then swept back her fringe with his other hand; he met her eyes and smiled warmly to find them wholly alert.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
She was not his daughter by blood, yet he still considered her his daughter. Her well-being took priority.
Motochika dropped his hands. Both he and Takumi cocked their heads as they looked her over, assessing; Takumi chattered as Motochika's gaze fell upon the mess of her hair.
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"I think I'm alright," she answered. Gracia paused for a few seconds before continuing. A light blush splayed on her pale cheeks, head tilting slightly to the side. "But I'm really hungry! How long was I asleep, Motochika? And how is father? Where is he? Is he safe too?"
As per usual, Gracia had a myriad of questions on the get-go. But before she could add more, her own gaze fell upon a strange creature that sat on Motochika's shoulder. Slowly, her bright eyes widened and it didn't take too long before she practically invaded personal space. Still ignoring her own problems with her hair, Gracia oohed and ahhed as she circled Motochika, gaze never leaving the small...thing.
She was so curious; more than usual. What was it? It was so adorable she could cry!
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The state of Gracia's hair was not beyond his skill to fix, thankfully -- Motochika had a feeling that she would not turn down the offer.
"You slept for over two months," Motochika answered. "Your father is safe. But he is abed. He was overcome by the same enchanted sleep as you, a week past."
Amusement seeped into his expression at Gracia's fascination over his Oshawott. Takumi, for his part, was more than happy to straighten up proudly under the attention, enjoying the admiration.
There were plenty of mannerisms Takumi had picked up from Motochika.
"Why don't you and Takumi go down to the kitchen? After you have eaten I shall do something about your hair."
Motochika reached up to pluck Takumi from his perch and held him out to Gracia; Takumi tilted back his head to meet Motochika's gaze and huffed at the disturbance, before fixing Gracia with an expectant look.
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"I really did miss a lot. Even you getting this new friend!" She regains herself quickly enough. She manages to untangle one side of her hair away from her hand and maneuvers her other wrist to untwist itself from the other side. She had never been so glad to have full control over her hands again. And though the mention of her father magically asleep bothered her to some extent - as seen in the dampening of her expression for a few moments, - she was confident that he would awaken like she did.
Still, Gracia couldn't help but add a little comment to that thought. "I hope he doesn't sleep for as long as I did! His hair might grow so long that he wouldn't be able to walk!" Gracia laughed at her own humor; it could happen!
Speaking of hair, Gracia curtsied gratefully at Motochika, after mentioning that he would do something about her own hairy little problem. Fond memories of her childhood came to pass through her mind's eye. If she remembered correctly, it was Motochika who first introduced her to this kind of hairstyle. She never deviated from it ever since.
"Thank you, I'll do that right away! And..." Finally, her attention returned to the Oshawott on his shoulder. She whispered its name as Motochika held him out for her to hold. She hesitated only for a few seconds. She couldn't resist it even if she tried! Carefully, Gracia held it under its small arms, and judging from how light it was, she might even be able to put it on her own shoulders once it got used to her!
For now, however, the redhead smiled at him and leaned forward, touching their foreheads together for a brief moment.
"It's nice to meet you, Takumi. I'm Gracia. We'll be good friends, okay? I'll even introduce you to three pets of my own! You're just the right size to play with Futon!" As she spoke, she was already on her way down to the kitchen. Give and take, she would return upstairs in ten minutes. She hoped Takumi would warm up to her by then.
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With Gracia gone to eat, he headed up one more flight of stairs, into his and Mitsuhide's shared room. Rather than immediately retrieving the case that contained his hairdressing tools, Motochika first took a few minutes to check on Mitsuhide and tuck their sheets neatly around his lover's body, tender even when Mitsuhide was unconscious.
"Do not linger in dreams too long," he said softly. "Your daughter awaits you."
With case in hand, Motochika descended the stairs just in time for Gracia's return.