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recolle2017-02-14 02:47 pm
samuraisoul) wrote in recolle2017-02-14 02:47 pm
We were standing on the shore
WHO: Mitsuhide Akechi (Jūbei Nankōbō) and Motochika Chōsokabe (Hibiki Kagawa).
WHERE: Near Peach Beach.
WHEN: Today, daytime.
WHAT: Originally a not!date between two friends without partners, a recent revelation means Jūbei has something more serious and confusing to discuss. If it wasn't a dream, then what was it?
WARNINGS: Nothing yet, will add if necessary.
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Today had originally been about creativity, a time to relax with a friend on a day that was dedicated to couples. Music and poetry! Collaborations of a kind between two creative people. Jūbei had really been looking forward to it, and spent the week peacefully doing his work while preparing for his time with Hibiki.
But then...
He'd called it a dream at first, albeit a very vivid one. Himself stood on a beach greeting a huge navy; the feeling of the wind against his face had felt very real, very strong, but hey, weren't dreams like that rarely? Then there was Hibiki, stood on the biggest boat, shamisen in hand. It hadn't been completely obvious but somehow Jūbei had known he was the commander. The image of that commander stood playing his instrument at the front of his ship, eyes closed and framed against a blue sky... Jūbei had been really happy to see him. Had run up right next to the water to call out to him. 'Lord Motochika.' A significant name to anyone who knew their Japanese history. It had helped in Jūbei's efforts to pass it all off as a dream. Maybe his mind had mixed up history and friendship, created some unusual mix of the two.
But he couldn't pass it off as a dream anymore. Not since reading the network and learning about the experiences of others in the city. It made him feel strange, uncertain, especially when one contemplated the other things happening to the populace recently.
Jūbei had to talk to Hibiki about it.
So he sat waiting in a little quiet cafe near the beach, sketchbook flat on the table and a pencil in hand. Jūbei had not drawn anything else yet; he kept glancing out of the window, waiting for his very vivid and individual friend to arrive. Jūbei himself would look very unassuming in comparison, hair bound up into a bun and wearing a simple long black coat. They were very different, weren't they? Sometime it was hard to understand just how they got along so well...
WHERE: Near Peach Beach.
WHEN: Today, daytime.
WHAT: Originally a not!date between two friends without partners, a recent revelation means Jūbei has something more serious and confusing to discuss. If it wasn't a dream, then what was it?
WARNINGS: Nothing yet, will add if necessary.
Today had originally been about creativity, a time to relax with a friend on a day that was dedicated to couples. Music and poetry! Collaborations of a kind between two creative people. Jūbei had really been looking forward to it, and spent the week peacefully doing his work while preparing for his time with Hibiki.
But then...
He'd called it a dream at first, albeit a very vivid one. Himself stood on a beach greeting a huge navy; the feeling of the wind against his face had felt very real, very strong, but hey, weren't dreams like that rarely? Then there was Hibiki, stood on the biggest boat, shamisen in hand. It hadn't been completely obvious but somehow Jūbei had known he was the commander. The image of that commander stood playing his instrument at the front of his ship, eyes closed and framed against a blue sky... Jūbei had been really happy to see him. Had run up right next to the water to call out to him. 'Lord Motochika.' A significant name to anyone who knew their Japanese history. It had helped in Jūbei's efforts to pass it all off as a dream. Maybe his mind had mixed up history and friendship, created some unusual mix of the two.
But he couldn't pass it off as a dream anymore. Not since reading the network and learning about the experiences of others in the city. It made him feel strange, uncertain, especially when one contemplated the other things happening to the populace recently.
Jūbei had to talk to Hibiki about it.
So he sat waiting in a little quiet cafe near the beach, sketchbook flat on the table and a pencil in hand. Jūbei had not drawn anything else yet; he kept glancing out of the window, waiting for his very vivid and individual friend to arrive. Jūbei himself would look very unassuming in comparison, hair bound up into a bun and wearing a simple long black coat. They were very different, weren't they? Sometime it was hard to understand just how they got along so well...
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"Just what I like to hear."
It's a good sign that in his dreams Jūbei responds to the chemistry between them, embracing what is out of his normal comfort zone. What that hints about the present...
Glancing back at Jūbei's drawing as it progresses, he is soon smirking instead.
"I haven't seen historical clothes customised in such a bold and exciting way before. This came from your imagination?"
He asks with great interest, inspired by what his friend illustrates. Each garment is of the era, but worn in a way most definitely not depicted in art and relics of the time. It's shamelessly striking, especially working with those curling tattoos that continue to spread.
"Impressive attention to detail."
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Hibiki's response turns that slight shyness into outright flustering; his cheeks burn red just in time for their drinks to arrive. The waiter places their steaming hot chocolates onto the table with a smile, and Jūbei offers a soft one back in response before thanking him.
How is it he always gets caught at his most awkward moments? Jūbei waits for the waiter to leave them before turning his attention back to Hibiki.
"There we go! But ah, the outfit, well..." Why did he feel the need to draw in the abs, again? "It's the kind of thing you would wear if you were of the era, don't you think?"
Probably. Maybe.
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"It is," he answers. "Thoughtful, even in your dreams."
Hibiki closes his hands around his mug, the warmth radiating through the porcelain into his palms. Yet he refrains from taking a sip until Jūbei does, to share that first taste.
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"Can you call that thoughtful, really?" He laughs, shakes his head. "This image, conjured by an unconscious mind?"
Picking up his hot chocoalate, he takes a small sip and sighs in appreciation. It's sweet, creamy... delicious for someone with as much of a love for chocolate as him.