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thehometree2015-05-04 09:37 pm
hakanai) wrote in thehometree2015-05-04 09:37 pm
[Log: Open]
| characters | Yoshitsugu (open).
| date/time | Today, nighttime.
| location | Outside of the tree, close to the mist.
| rating | Starting PG, will change as necessary!
| summary | The music calls, so why resist? Best to just go with the flow and dance. (Or: when a strategist with a lot of sense in his head shows an apparent complete lack of it).
The call of the music from beyond the fog has been drawing Yoshitsugu in for days.
Before now there have been things to occupy him, his time filled enough that its allure has taken a back-seat to other matters. Now? Now there is not. It is damp outside, the weather unpleasant, but without any distractions the flow of things bids him to fly to the ground closer to the source and give into the urges that the music washes through him.
This is probably not wise at all, and Yoshitsugu knows it. Mere sound giving one such specific desires speaks of magic in the air, and the addition of that somewhat unsettling beautiful voice points to a single culprit beyond the wall of mist... not to mention the risks of going out in such weather when he has a constitution as poor as he does. Staring up into the grey without saying a thing or moving for a while, just listening, Yoshitsugu eventually closes his eyes and starts to dance.
It's a very slow dance, perhaps something more like graceful swaying in the wind, and barely even in time with the music.
His usual way of living is to go with the flow, which seems to have eradicated most of his self-preserving instincts over the years. If they had still been present Yoshitsugu would have returned to the tree immediately, cutting the risk from the weather and the enchantment both, but they are not, so there is nothing to stop him from continuing his dance... except, perhaps, another person spotting the pale blur in the dark and dragging him back inside.
(Yoshitsugu has spent much of his life being literally pulled around by either Takatora or Mitsunari, after all. Why would things be different even in a world such as this?)
| date/time | Today, nighttime.
| location | Outside of the tree, close to the mist.
| rating | Starting PG, will change as necessary!
| summary | The music calls, so why resist? Best to just go with the flow and dance. (Or: when a strategist with a lot of sense in his head shows an apparent complete lack of it).
The call of the music from beyond the fog has been drawing Yoshitsugu in for days.
Before now there have been things to occupy him, his time filled enough that its allure has taken a back-seat to other matters. Now? Now there is not. It is damp outside, the weather unpleasant, but without any distractions the flow of things bids him to fly to the ground closer to the source and give into the urges that the music washes through him.
This is probably not wise at all, and Yoshitsugu knows it. Mere sound giving one such specific desires speaks of magic in the air, and the addition of that somewhat unsettling beautiful voice points to a single culprit beyond the wall of mist... not to mention the risks of going out in such weather when he has a constitution as poor as he does. Staring up into the grey without saying a thing or moving for a while, just listening, Yoshitsugu eventually closes his eyes and starts to dance.
It's a very slow dance, perhaps something more like graceful swaying in the wind, and barely even in time with the music.
His usual way of living is to go with the flow, which seems to have eradicated most of his self-preserving instincts over the years. If they had still been present Yoshitsugu would have returned to the tree immediately, cutting the risk from the weather and the enchantment both, but they are not, so there is nothing to stop him from continuing his dance... except, perhaps, another person spotting the pale blur in the dark and dragging him back inside.
(Yoshitsugu has spent much of his life being literally pulled around by either Takatora or Mitsunari, after all. Why would things be different even in a world such as this?)
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She looked out into the mist, but it was hard enough to perceive the vague landscape beyond during the day. At night, she could just see gray darkness. "It's a very slow-acting kind of sorcery," she said, as she continued to dance. "We started hearing the violin about two weeks ago, didn't we? I would have thought someone trying to hypnotize us would have been in more of a hurry about it."