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vatheon2012-03-03 11:48 am
wavesoakedlegs) wrote in vatheon2012-03-03 11:48 am
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No sleeping beauty, just an aching samurai~
Who: Akechi Mitsuhide (wavesoakedlegs) and Chōsokabe Motochika (behisstrength).
Where: Akechi-Chōsokabe home.
When: Today, early hours of the morning (2AMish).
Style: Prose.
Status: Closed.
~
He ached.
That was the first thing Mitsuhide was aware of, when he woke up. Almost every muscle in his body felt stiff and slightly painful; when he rose a hand to his head an unpleasant kind of heat shot down his arms. He groaned, slightly, and wearily opened his eyes.
The room was dark, telling him Vatheon was dimmed for the night, and at his side he could hear his lover, Motochika, breathing softly. It was no time to be waking up, yet he honestly felt like he had slept for far, far too long. After a few minutes he sat up, shook his head and tried to think. This was Vatheon, and in Vatheon... well, he probably had slept for too long, hadn't he? Turning to the side a little, he reached out to his bedside table and felt about until his fingers curled around his SFC.
A quick check of that confirmed it. Nearly two weeks asleep.
"Oh... good heavens..."
It was said almost inaudibly, in a frustrated manner. Well, it couldn't be helped.
Going back to sleep was definitely not an option, and he was sure he wouldn't manage it even if he wanted to. As consciousness flooded back he was becoming aware of other aches in his body, and its demands. He was more hungry than he had ever felt before in his life, and the moment he thought about eating, that was it. Despite the aches, he was up and out of bed.
The resulting dizziness prevented him from leaving the room, for a moment, but after righting himself and waiting for it to subside, he rushed to the bathroom.
After that, he tackled the two flights of stairs as quickly as he could manage (which was not, right now, very quickly at all) and headed straight for the kitchen. The hunger was too intense to even think about cooking something up, because that would take time. A quick investigation of the fridge revealed fresh leftovers, which he eagerly pulled out.
No time for a plate, or putting it out properly. He fished out a fork from one of the drawers, opened the container, and started to eat whilst still standing up.
wavesoakedlegs) and Chōsokabe Motochika (behisstrength).Where: Akechi-Chōsokabe home.
When: Today, early hours of the morning (2AMish).
Style: Prose.
Status: Closed.
He ached.
That was the first thing Mitsuhide was aware of, when he woke up. Almost every muscle in his body felt stiff and slightly painful; when he rose a hand to his head an unpleasant kind of heat shot down his arms. He groaned, slightly, and wearily opened his eyes.
The room was dark, telling him Vatheon was dimmed for the night, and at his side he could hear his lover, Motochika, breathing softly. It was no time to be waking up, yet he honestly felt like he had slept for far, far too long. After a few minutes he sat up, shook his head and tried to think. This was Vatheon, and in Vatheon... well, he probably had slept for too long, hadn't he? Turning to the side a little, he reached out to his bedside table and felt about until his fingers curled around his SFC.
A quick check of that confirmed it. Nearly two weeks asleep.
"Oh... good heavens..."
It was said almost inaudibly, in a frustrated manner. Well, it couldn't be helped.
Going back to sleep was definitely not an option, and he was sure he wouldn't manage it even if he wanted to. As consciousness flooded back he was becoming aware of other aches in his body, and its demands. He was more hungry than he had ever felt before in his life, and the moment he thought about eating, that was it. Despite the aches, he was up and out of bed.
The resulting dizziness prevented him from leaving the room, for a moment, but after righting himself and waiting for it to subside, he rushed to the bathroom.
After that, he tackled the two flights of stairs as quickly as he could manage (which was not, right now, very quickly at all) and headed straight for the kitchen. The hunger was too intense to even think about cooking something up, because that would take time. A quick investigation of the fridge revealed fresh leftovers, which he eagerly pulled out.
No time for a plate, or putting it out properly. He fished out a fork from one of the drawers, opened the container, and started to eat whilst still standing up.