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thenearshore2016-10-01 12:57 am
takenwithhim) wrote in thenearshore2016-10-01 12:57 am
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[Closed] There's a feeling we're reaching for
Who: Rin Matsuoka sharkmaid and Sousuke Yamazaki takenwithhim
What: After a roller-coaster-of-emotions partnering and a long separation, god and shinki wake to the first day together
Where: Rin’s Castle (Temple of Eros)
When: Morning of April 27th, the day after this
Warnings: Feels, feels, aaaaand… more feels
“Sleep” was probably too light a word to describe what happened that night. Lying down beside the bed and covering himself up with blankets had been easy enough. And yet Sousuke’s mind had been so full of the past two days. Information ran in and out through the mist of the unknown and the new memories that spread themselves out for review. People talking, saying words and explaining things that so many of them didn’t know much at all about. Words of comfort, words of thought, words of excitement, words of threat, words of annoyance, words of concern. And then everything from yesterday, his god, his pact, his new form, his new role, his new lodging, new emotions and thoughts that made no sense and both irritated him and consumed him all at once. A castle, an argument, a lie, frustration, acceptance, guilt, confusion, a promise. So much of it that the shinki couldn’t understand or even fully grasp.
Those sorts of things didn’t just slip away easily. As his body sank heavy into the bedding spread over the lush rug, Sousuke’d wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and fall into a dreamless, silent sleep. But they stayed, swimming about his head and leaving him to mull over the developments. More than once he’d rolled onto his back and cast his eyes towards the bed beside him, as if he might be able to see the person lying atop it. Rin… Muscles twitched and he’d almost sat up on multiple occasions, wanting to see for himself that strange boy was for real. That this all hadn’t been some crazy dream (that he’d already thought the first day had been). If he could just see him, then he would know… but as it was, the shinki also didn’t want to see his god. Didn’t want to admit that he’d “accepted” this life as a shinki. Whatever that entailed.
But even his mind wasn’t strong enough after a while. Just when Sousuke thought he’d never get to sleep… he’d more or less passed out. No recollection of how long he’d been awake or even when he blacked out, but finally, peaceful, blank unconsciousness.
Hours wheeled by and the moon completed its leisurely dive into the bed of the horizon. Waking the sun and setting the blazing orb into an ascending arch through the skies. Deep purple begot a glowing red that turned the sakura outside into glistening rubies crystalized with a dusting of dew. Red faded into a rousing orange and rose, the rouge dawn light coaxing the pink petals into dripping off their morning pears of moisture. Until the full disc of massy gold emerged and flooded the world with its strong yellow rays. The god’s castle flashed in the morning sun, its light walls gleaming pristine white and its glass windows capturing the brilliance like so many mirrors within their gilded, stone frames. Morning spilled into the castle, washing down the halls and illuminating the god’s bedroom. Bedposts lit up, curtains and draperies shone their colors, and the silken blanket that lay covering the sleeping deity of ardor warmed beneath the light.
And beside the bed, resting on his side like a curled up guard dog, Sousuke remained sleeping silently, rolled onto his side with the blankets below his chest, one arm bent at the elbow with his fingers lightly combing against the tops of his hair. For all the stress and frustration of yesterday, his face and body showed little signs of it, merely a quiet, silent expression, lips parted slightly with his gentle breathing. Whether he knew it or not, here he felt comfortable. Resting beside the person who had given him a purpose, a place, in his life.
sharkmaid and Sousuke Yamazaki takenwithhimWhat: After a roller-coaster-of-emotions partnering and a long separation, god and shinki wake to the first day together
Where: Rin’s Castle (Temple of Eros)
When: Morning of April 27th, the day after this
Warnings: Feels, feels, aaaaand… more feels
“Sleep” was probably too light a word to describe what happened that night. Lying down beside the bed and covering himself up with blankets had been easy enough. And yet Sousuke’s mind had been so full of the past two days. Information ran in and out through the mist of the unknown and the new memories that spread themselves out for review. People talking, saying words and explaining things that so many of them didn’t know much at all about. Words of comfort, words of thought, words of excitement, words of threat, words of annoyance, words of concern. And then everything from yesterday, his god, his pact, his new form, his new role, his new lodging, new emotions and thoughts that made no sense and both irritated him and consumed him all at once. A castle, an argument, a lie, frustration, acceptance, guilt, confusion, a promise. So much of it that the shinki couldn’t understand or even fully grasp.
Those sorts of things didn’t just slip away easily. As his body sank heavy into the bedding spread over the lush rug, Sousuke’d wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and fall into a dreamless, silent sleep. But they stayed, swimming about his head and leaving him to mull over the developments. More than once he’d rolled onto his back and cast his eyes towards the bed beside him, as if he might be able to see the person lying atop it. Rin… Muscles twitched and he’d almost sat up on multiple occasions, wanting to see for himself that strange boy was for real. That this all hadn’t been some crazy dream (that he’d already thought the first day had been). If he could just see him, then he would know… but as it was, the shinki also didn’t want to see his god. Didn’t want to admit that he’d “accepted” this life as a shinki. Whatever that entailed.
But even his mind wasn’t strong enough after a while. Just when Sousuke thought he’d never get to sleep… he’d more or less passed out. No recollection of how long he’d been awake or even when he blacked out, but finally, peaceful, blank unconsciousness.
Hours wheeled by and the moon completed its leisurely dive into the bed of the horizon. Waking the sun and setting the blazing orb into an ascending arch through the skies. Deep purple begot a glowing red that turned the sakura outside into glistening rubies crystalized with a dusting of dew. Red faded into a rousing orange and rose, the rouge dawn light coaxing the pink petals into dripping off their morning pears of moisture. Until the full disc of massy gold emerged and flooded the world with its strong yellow rays. The god’s castle flashed in the morning sun, its light walls gleaming pristine white and its glass windows capturing the brilliance like so many mirrors within their gilded, stone frames. Morning spilled into the castle, washing down the halls and illuminating the god’s bedroom. Bedposts lit up, curtains and draperies shone their colors, and the silken blanket that lay covering the sleeping deity of ardor warmed beneath the light.
And beside the bed, resting on his side like a curled up guard dog, Sousuke remained sleeping silently, rolled onto his side with the blankets below his chest, one arm bent at the elbow with his fingers lightly combing against the tops of his hair. For all the stress and frustration of yesterday, his face and body showed little signs of it, merely a quiet, silent expression, lips parted slightly with his gentle breathing. Whether he knew it or not, here he felt comfortable. Resting beside the person who had given him a purpose, a place, in his life.