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130bladeworks2015-03-28 04:59 pm
kbcctv) wrote in 130bladeworks2015-03-28 04:59 pm
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[The Citadel is huge, so it's a good thing they have all the time in the world to dick around.
--Well, no, they don't. But the point is, it's a free day. There will be absolutely no work done at all. Unless you want to or something. If you do, you're pretty weird.
The dojo is always open for sparring and practice. If there's any sparring errand you've slacked on, now's the chance to make up! The horse stables are also full of activity, whether the horses are being tended to or rode around-- be careful not to let them trample the fields, though, which is full of rice sprouts and budding cabbage. The lake in front of the saniwa(s)' room has tiny frogs jumping about, and you could catch them in the palm of your hand.
The kitchen is full of food, if you're volunteering to make lunch or have decided that meal time cannot possibly come any later and you simply must prepare something before you die from starvation. While there has been a considerable effort made to make the Citadel look as homely as possible to the swords which come from Japan's past, there's speckles of technology here and there.
The TV room is a good example, with a huge screen sitting on top of a few console systems. Don't break them, you'll only be getting this luxury once. Take turns and play nice. The swords may also find themselves tending the fields with water sprinklers and hoses instead of watering cans, for instance, or heating up some leftover pie in the fridge instead of making another one from scratch since there's technology to preserve food well over a week. The armory and smithy are definitely a little bit more modern than they'd be back in the past, though much is still made by hand-- nothing beats the fine work of a master. Perhaps you'll have a few new friends today, or you want to try creating a cute little soldier spirits todie for you accompany you in battle. Make sure they enter the orb completely, or else it'll turn brown and crack.
Or perhaps you're one of the unlucky swords still stuck in the repair room, sword body still being re-smelted and fixed. Hope the saniwa is good at making you all shiny. If you want to skip all that waiting, perhaps you can try to use a helper token... but they're all in the saniwa's room! Guess you've got to use that Camouflage stat...
But if you truly cannot bear with staying in the Citadel, the time device the saniwa(s) have isn't locked away. You can go on sorties or expeditions to fill your time with something productive.
Just a warning: don't change the past. You won't succeed.
...You could always try, though.]
--Well, no, they don't. But the point is, it's a free day. There will be absolutely no work done at all. Unless you want to or something. If you do, you're pretty weird.
The dojo is always open for sparring and practice. If there's any sparring errand you've slacked on, now's the chance to make up! The horse stables are also full of activity, whether the horses are being tended to or rode around-- be careful not to let them trample the fields, though, which is full of rice sprouts and budding cabbage. The lake in front of the saniwa(s)' room has tiny frogs jumping about, and you could catch them in the palm of your hand.
The kitchen is full of food, if you're volunteering to make lunch or have decided that meal time cannot possibly come any later and you simply must prepare something before you die from starvation. While there has been a considerable effort made to make the Citadel look as homely as possible to the swords which come from Japan's past, there's speckles of technology here and there.
The TV room is a good example, with a huge screen sitting on top of a few console systems. Don't break them, you'll only be getting this luxury once. Take turns and play nice. The swords may also find themselves tending the fields with water sprinklers and hoses instead of watering cans, for instance, or heating up some leftover pie in the fridge instead of making another one from scratch since there's technology to preserve food well over a week. The armory and smithy are definitely a little bit more modern than they'd be back in the past, though much is still made by hand-- nothing beats the fine work of a master. Perhaps you'll have a few new friends today, or you want to try creating a cute little soldier spirits to
Or perhaps you're one of the unlucky swords still stuck in the repair room, sword body still being re-smelted and fixed. Hope the saniwa is good at making you all shiny. If you want to skip all that waiting, perhaps you can try to use a helper token... but they're all in the saniwa's room! Guess you've got to use that Camouflage stat...
But if you truly cannot bear with staying in the Citadel, the time device the saniwa(s) have isn't locked away. You can go on sorties or expeditions to fill your time with something productive.
Just a warning: don't change the past. You won't succeed.
...You could always try, though.]
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Being given permission despite everything fans the soft, glowing embers in Kogitsunemaru's belly and with a low noise, he presses his lips to Mikazuki's.
It's probably the least artful kiss in the entire history of kisses because Kogitsunemaru has no experience to work with. He'd wondered what it feels like, certainly. Sneaked glances at magazines the Saniwa left lying around and listened too hard when people talked about that certain topic. But nothing can compare to the real deal and it's right in front of him despite always seeming so unattainable and-
Mikazuki's lips are warm. Warm and soft and perfect and they fit against Kogitsunemaru's in a way he hasn't expected them to. The heat climbs up Kogitsunemaru's neck, up into his cheeks and a tiny part of him is still able to hope that he doesn't look as flustered as he feels.
Despite having every reason to. Because Mikazuki's fingers are touching his forearm, that dark hair is brushing against Kogitsunemaru's cheeks (and it really is as soft as he thought it would be) and he is close enough to feel the warmth and weight of Mikazuki's body. He's holding the moon's very own gift in his arms and it feels like Kogitsunemaru has finally come home.
What Kogitsunemaru lacks in experience, he makes up with enthusiasm. The kiss is slow and steady but Kogitsunemaru doesn't try to mask the desire, the want running through his veins. Cloth rustles as he moves and his fingers curl slightly, tips digging into the cloth beneath as if holding onto a lifeline as he tugs Mikazuki even closer. He feels like a dying man finding an oasis, a single, beautiful place in a desperate desolation and a soft, needy noise slips past his lips.
He should cup Mikazuki's cheek, guide him into a different angle because Kogitsunemaru's neck is beginning to twinge a little. And it's something he's wanted to do for a very long time, to cup those lovely cheeks and trace the bow of Mikazuki's lips with his finger. To map out what is standing in front of him.
Instead, Kogitsunemaru pulls back a little, breathing a little rough and his gaze half-lidded. His gaze darts all over Mikazuki's face before it settles to meet Mikazuki's eyes, trying to see if the other sword enjoyed the kiss half as much as Kogitsunemaru did. Kogitsunemaru's lips feel tingly and there is a giddy feeling coursing through his veins and he gives Mikazuki an awkward, crooked little half-smile.]
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Perhaps it was unusual. He was a weapon, an honored heirloom seen by no one holding a lower class title... and so he was to carry himself as such. Carry himself in such a way that people should gaze upon with respect and beauty. He was to keep a certain facade about himself- never faltering, never slipping up and saying the wrong thing. Perfect. Elegant. And yet...
Warmth.
The first thing the tachi could feel when those eager lips pressed against his own. Mikazuki would have liked to think he was prepared for this- to think that such a proper sword as himself could expect the outcome. Nothing could surprise him anymore; no trick, battle, or turn of events had stumbled this prized possession. But this sensation, this rush of adrenaline had suddenly caught him completely off guard... it was truly captivating.
And then he noticed he was't breathing.
The sword was so shell shocked, so taken aback by these sudden rush of emotions that even his insides were failing to compute with it all. It was so strange, so exhilarating, but... right. It felt right. Every little piece of the puzzle lined up exactly as how it should, and Mikazuki was left awestruck by the pure passion from the slow and steady movements of the fox.
It's alright if he wasn't experienced, or even if he wasn't a good kisser at all- Mikazuki would never have paid mind to it. All he wanted now was to be close to Kogitsunemaru. To feel him and kiss him and kiss him again—
—the kiss. Now running completely on instinct he had pressed into it. Fully taking in the others lips. Exploring the small curves and edges of the shape he had seem to stare at quite often. His head tilts to the side, giving more room for even further exploration as his own face becomes completely enveloped by a blush.
Perhaps a selfish part of him took over at that moment. Perhaps it was alright to break away from that norm of nobility to do something strange... something romantic. But even those moments don't last forever.
When the kiss is finally broken away, Mikazuki himself is left in a breathless state. His hair slightly mangled and the blush on his face unwillingly to give way. All he could do now was stare at those eyes that were looking back at him. Those perfect, beautiful eyes—
—and then a laugh.
It started off as a light bubble in his throat, until it finally grew into a full-fledged chuckle. He was so happy, so spiraling with emotions that laughing was the only think his mind could possibly process at the moment. Surely this was an experience he was never going to forget. ]
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There is no other way to put it. Even if the noise is familiar and old, it seems so marvelous and new at the same time. The slightly mussed hair, the gentle dusting of faint red on Mikazuki's cheeks. The quirk of his lips as they curve upwards and the soft crinkle around his eyes and finally the abandonment of that carefully cradled restraint, letting himself just be. Everything about the other tachi can't ever be put into words.
Mikazuki looks overjoyed and it's something Kogitsunemaru can relate to and is fascinated by.
He can't help it, Mikazuki's laughter is infectious and Kogitsunemarz laughs, the noise low and softer than Mikazuki's. He doesn't want to overpower the sound of Mikazuki's precious, free laughter. On a sheer whim, Kogitsunemaru lowers his forehead to Mikazuki's, a gentle press of reassurance. This happened. The kiss happened. They're standing inside a messy kitchen, door opened wide enough for other swords to see them should they simply walk past.
Kogitsunemaru couldn't care less about them in that instant.
His arms are full of Mikazuki's warmth, learning the shape of Mikazuki's human body and imprinting it onto his memories. The sheer elation he is feeling is difficult to describe, difficult to put into words so Kogitsunemaru doesn't even bother.
Cloth rustles softly as he steals another quick peck from Mikazuki's lips before he draws the other closer until their chests are pressed flush against another. He doesn't know why such a simple gesture as hugging fills him with so much joy but it does, it does fill his chest with nothing but happiness.
He would be content to remain like this for the rest of their eternity.
But all good things must come to an end and slowly, Kogitsunemaru lets go of Mikazuki. His eyes are still fixed onto the other blade's, drawn in by the unusual vulnerability and comforting light.
A sudden wave of pure nostalgia washes over Kogitsunemaru though he can't explain why or how it got there or if it's even supposed to exist at all. But seeing Mikazuki's eyes look so unguarded feels right.
And it only feels right to give in to the urge and finally cup Mikazuki's cheek.
There is wonder in Kogitsunemaru's eyes when his fingers touch Mikazuki's cheek, hesitating for a moment before throwing all caution to the wind and pressing his palm against Mikazuki's cheek, half covering the blush. And the skin is warm, oh so warm just like Mikazuki's lips.
Which Kogitsunemaru kissed not too long ago.
Heat flares up in his own cheeks again because they really did that, didn't they? Kissing. And it was nice, it felt good, it felt... right. Right to be allowed to kiss Mikazuki. Right to feel Mikazuki's reaction, right to watch the sudden flare of passion.
Unconsciously, Kogitsunemaru's thumb begins to trace Mikazuki's cheekbone, his lips parting as if to say something-
But what?]
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Yet not only had his laugh taken the older sword out from under his feet, but his hugs as well. Each and every touch he had received, no matter the size, had sent him weak to his knees. The warmth of his strong arms, the feeling of his chest, and even now... his forehead. He had thanked whatever god was watching over him at that moment that Kogitsunemaru was holding on him, least he would have fallen over at the very moment.
And then another kiss.
Mikazuki had never wished for them to stop. He gladly welcomed the second one, no matter how quick it may have been. Pressing his body fully into the other sword at this point. Giving himself to him, embracing within the layers of fabric and displaced rice.
However, when he was finally released, Mikazuki had little time to react before the hand was cupped lightly at his cheek. As if they could get anymore red by this point, he could feel the sides of his ears warm. But he didn't act surprised. No, instead his eyes held a look resembling the fondest emotion. He feels safe here, tucked within the fox's hands and tracing fingers. Oh, what Mikazuki would have given to remain like this. To staring into the other's eyes and hug and kiss forever and forever, but—
—he moves his hand now. Two delicate and slender fingers reaching up and pressing against the other's lips. Those lips whom he had claimed just moments ago. He wanted to feel them again, to study every centimeter and corner he possibly could. To make them his own. ... But maybe that was for another time. ]
... Perhaps— [ He finally spoke. His voice was raspy and odd. Almost as if he hadn't spoken in ages. The laughing should have helped, he thought, at least to make it seem as though he was composing himself. But who would he possibly hide that from? He felt so exposed, so open into the dark cornered he thought to have locked away. And yet there was Kogitsunemaru. The one who had opened all of those gates with such ease Mikazuki could have never seen it coming.
But it was a breakdown he didn't seem to mind. In fact, he welcomed the invasion. For Kogitsunemaru he would allow himself to break away from the mold of nobility. To allow himself to open up and perhaps do things unfitting for a one of the upper class. What could have caused this break of tradition? This unfolding of the norm and stepping into a territory he knew he was forbidden from entering.
Was this... love? ] —we should clean up this mess.
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The fingers, light and slender and made of hard, cold steel, receive some attention. Kogitsunemaru can't not pay attention to them, tantalizing as they are. Kogitsunemaru ignored Mikazuki's suggestion for now, his tongue sneaking out to steal a quick lick, followed by a quick kiss and then-
Kogitsunemaru opens his mouth just enough to take two fingers into his mouth up to the first knuckle. It's barely anything at all but Kogitsunemaru catches Mikazuki's eyes and smirks around the digits.
Really, who is he to resist an offering like that? Carefully but firmly, he wraps his fingers around Mikazuki's wrist to hold the hand in place as he nips at the fingertips, sucking and licking and teasing. It feels weird and unusual and right, very, very right.
All Kogitsunemaru knows is that he wants to be closer to Mikazuki. It's a fire burning in his chest and every crackle and every flame seems to be dedicated to Mikazuki, to the light in his eyes and the sound of his laughter and steel working beneath it all. To the way he says Kogitsunemaru's name, to the precious and rare moments where Mikazuki allows himself to simply be.
Kogitsunemaru tugs at the wrist until the fingers slip out with a wet pop and his heart is hammering nervously in his chest as he leans in to kiss Mikazuki's palm. Then he lets his hands fall, both of them, as he steps to the side to look for a cloth to clean the counters with.
Over his shoulder, he shoots Mikazuki a breathless, impish grin.]
You're right. We should clean up this mess. Here, you should clean the counters. I'll take care of the mess on the ground.
[It's not because Kogitsunemaru doesn't want Mikazuki's clothes to get dirty. (Perhaps it is, in part, because someone will have to get the mess out of Mikazuki's clothes and that sounds like a pain) It's easier to hid how own blush when looking at the floor and when Mikazuki is focused on other things. Entirely selfish, the suggestion is.
He holds out the cloth to Mikazuki, kneeling down already to check the other cupboards for more cleaning utensils.]
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Oh.
That was— this is— Kogitsunemaru what are you doing.
It had taken only a moment for Mikazuki to fully register the lick, finding the sensation to be rather odd but... not entirely a bad thing. It wasn't until the moment that the fox had taken hold of his wrist, slipping his delicate fingers into his mouth that made the tachi react in an unsettle way.
His whole body flinches, rattled with an unfamiliar action he had never thought to experience, and more properly react to. His initial instinct at first was to pull away, feeling the sharp tips of Kogitsunemaru's teeth against his flesh and the strange warmth of his saliva. It was all very strange, very undignified, but for some reason he couldn't move his arm. It has been completely frozen, as the shock had settled in and emotions had heightened.
He couldn't explain this feeling— these heated cheeks and shivers— but he did know that he didn't want the feeling to go away. To think that smallest and strangest things could make Mikazuki's body react in ways he had never thought possible.
This fox, surely he was trouble. ]
Nnn...
[ Mikazuki is utterly breathless. He, one of the greatest swords in Japan. He, branded among the most beautiful. He, whom has been completely and utterly captivated by the ways of a little fox. The sound that came out of his mouth was just as undignified as his reactions, but he couldn't find himself to hide them no matter how much he would suppress. This in turn left to the diversion of his eyes from the other once the kiss had been placed upon his palm. ]
Y... yes, of course. Certainly.
[ Perhaps it was a good thing for the both of them that Kogitsunemaru had suggested for them to clean up different areas of the kitchen. Mikazuki needed time against to compose himself, as rattled and wordless as he may be. He had accepted the cloth that the fox had handed over but... his hand may have lingered on the other's for more than necessary.
Everything felt so right, so good, he didn't want it to stop. The mess in the kitchen be damned.
He relented a moment later though, gently fingers sliding away from the other as his attention finally turns to the side. He'll be wiping the counter at this point, turning circles in the same spot multiple times. The sword's head was certainly elsewhere, and it was going to take a lot longer than expected for this place to return to its former glory. ]