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kumainobi‌:

             how swiftly and easy it is for tenka to reaffirm his position - eyes never leave the man until he breaks the gaze, and yet the fondness on shirasu’s face stays even as he tugs him along. easy movements have him gently tugging away, picking up their tray. 

           yet even as he’s no longer being held, shirasu makes a point to keep himself as close to tenka as possible, shoulder gently brushing the other’s with the softest of hums as he nods, “In the yard it is, then.” he’s letting tenka get away with far too much today, it seemed, but shirasu was willing to let the man have his fun for a day. 

          “Glad that we could agree.” it’s been far too long anyway; tenka refuses to let this weather, gloomy and constant as it is, to deter his fun. 

     he leads the way to the courtyard, hand hovering over – never touching – the small of shirasu’s back, careful in every step for fear of slipping. good, the spring is as hot as ever: he can see from here the steam, likely exasperated, too, by the chilly air. the wind whips at his clothing already, and he can’t wait to submerge himself in that warmth–

          “I’ve missed this.” a glance at shirasu, and a smile, and a hand lifts, knuckles grazing the other man’s cheek. “Soramaru and Chutaro won’t be returning for some time, today.”

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kumainobi:

         ah, so he is caught. eyes watch the other man with such gentle eyes, such reverance. shirasu can only give him the kiss - gives another when tenka pulls away. he has missed this - and he knows how rare it is the two can be like this. his hands come to grip the man’s clothing, tugging him closer. he doesn’t speak,, only leans up to nip the man’s chin, playful ( grateful that he’s been caught this time around. )

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     oh.

     tenka is quick to embrace him, pulling him into the privacy ( relative ) of the hallway should his brothers be lurking around the shrine grounds. “someone is excited,” he mutters, and one hand finds the small of shirasu’s back, the other tangling into his hair — to hold the other man back for once, so that tenka himself might breathe for a second.

     he should be used to this. weeks, months, passing between their meetings. maybe he shouldn’t be surprised to see even one as stoic as the shinobi to drop his composure so willingly.

     tenka knows he wishes to make things up to him. everything. 

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kumainobi:

             “Am I to assume that’s the only reason you ask after my presence?” he teases, that chuckle coming to leave him now as he lets his finger run along tenka’s lips, before he gives a soft hum. he’s glad that his charge enjoys the sweets, watche that grin form and he has to admit - he doesn’t want to leave this spot. even as his heart hangs heavy at their future, shirasu finds himself wanting to be anchored to the here and now. 

             he pushes the thoughts form his mind as he takes the praise, humble as always, with a tiny quirk of  a white brow, “And what might that be?” he’s tempted to tease tenka further, but instead, he lets himself savor the man in his lap, fingers ghosting along his jaw.

     the expression tenka adopts is one of such exaggerated surprise that it can’t be taken seriously. “You of all people should know better. You’re the best of company that I could ever ask for.” his face is alight with mirth but his eyes are soft, genuine, clearly, in his sudden proclamation and, as if he might fear his point hasn’t gotten across, the shrine head reaches to grasp at shirasu’s wrist.

          “It’s gloomy outside, but the spring is mostly covered, and even this house is cold as it is. We’ll have our tea there, in the yard.” perhaps his ploy is far more transparent than he would like it to be. but it isn’t often that shirasu is willing to have these moments.

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gentle, his hands come to rest on either side of the man's face - and press the softest of kisses against his nose.

     ah, there — that rare, much softer side of shirasu, elusive even to tenka, at times. he freezes, as if afraid he might scare the man off, but he’s never been one to give up, not so easily, and he chases when shirasu pulls away. hands bury themselves in his hair to halt his retreat, and to steady him once tenka finds his lips. “You’ve been hiding from me, but I’m glad you’ve decided to come out.”

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kumainobi:

          the request is something he should’ve seen coming. his hand is gentle against tenka’s hair, brushing away his bangs with a gentleness unknown to others. shirasu looked down at the man with that slight hint of affection in his eyes. 

     he plucks one of the sweets off the table, humming as he presses it gently to the man’s lips, his other hand coming to play with his hair again. he swore tenka did this on purpose - and shirasu let him. he didn’t ever mind waiting on the man, affection bleeding further into his gaze, “I guess it’s just all my fault our appetites will be ruined?” he almost makes a comment about tenka being sweet on his tongue, but finds that to be too cheeky for the time being.

          “So Soramaru can’t yell at me for it, because you’ve admitted it,” he says, voice low, and oozing with that common fondness of his. he takes the offered bite and savors the sweetness ( and that subtle little kick of... persimmon? leave it to shirasu to surprise him so thoroughly. ) the shinobi’s hand doesn’t move; tenka grins against his index finger, pressed gently against his lips.

          “Mmm, you’ve outdone yourself just like you always do.” he’ll gladly take hie brother’s scolding if it means he can revel in this. woe to anyone who so much as considers dragging tenka away from this moment–

          “Ah, I have an even better idea.”

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     rises from the depths bc his boyfriend is here

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@bravehope | cont

     it takes tenka quite some time to wake up — it’s the sliding of doors that drags the saniwa from his sleep and, rudely, thrusts him full-force into his hangover. the silence, even more so the absence of yuuki, is startling and telling and the internal frenzy he’s thrown into is nearly uncharacteristic of him, as stoic as he still is on the outside. the pounding in his head seems to subside in the face of his thoughts, despite his grogginess.

     it’s only in leafing through the clothes and objects strewn about, those nearest to his bed anyway, that tenka finds the box.

     open. empty.

     the ring isn’t far, though, sat on the table even though he could’ve sworn–

     no, he needs to calm down first. he stays sat on his bed, hands at his chin, and eyes staring unfocused at the distance.

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kumainobi:

        there’s a softness to his face that comes along when he smiles back to tenka. he knows full well the man’s intentions with it - to distract and try and please. it’s fine. shirasu is guilty of the same on more than one occasion, and the man merely hums, moving to start said pot. 

        “I can’t think of any reason not to. We don’t have much of anything going on until the end of the week.” it was true - only a few things here and there that shirasu was fine taking care of himself later on in the day, “And yes, he has. In my defense, they’re a new recipe.” he produces the sweets easily, placing them on the table, “Don’t spoil your dinner.”

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          “Feed them to me.” it’s instant, and childish, and utterly tenka to ask; without even searching for permission the shrine head is practically dragging himself closer, head rested against shirasu’s thigh.

          “It’s just like you to say something like that while you give me the sweets,” he says, ever smiling, “so you feed them to me.” let’s ruin our appetites together, he thinks, but no, that’s way too cheesy to say aloud, a boundary of sorts in their oddly-defined relationship that he doesn’t dare to cross, not... yet. 

     ( he’s sure someone as close as shirasu can sense the desperation in his face as tenka searches the other man’s expression for something, anything. )

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"Shall I put on a pot of tea?"

@kumainobi

          “You’ve got great timing as always, Shirasu.”

     he’s actively ignoring every bolt of pain that richochets through him, and instead focuses on giving his friend a smile, if not a real one, then a convincing one. “Sheesh, it’s been a long day... we should take tomorrow off.”

     silence falls, comfortable and soothing; even from his position, sprawled out along the floor with his legs tucked underneath the kotatsu to keep warm, he can reach out just far enough to take a fistful of the man’s hakama in hand, and gives an insistent (and childish) little tug. “Hey, did Soramaru make dinner yet? Knowing you, you’ve probably just made sweets.”

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kodaitsvki

–〖 月 〗–

   “Ha ha ha.  This jiji is simply carrying out your orders, Aruji.”  Mikazuki replies, another chuckle following his words.  While true that the enemy was employing more strategies it wasn’t a big change as long as they were aware of the enemy’s activity.  After all, the strategies rely on the team separating could be countered by splitting up in pairs.  

   The real enemy, as the other said was the commanders and sages of the opposing team.  If they could single out the leader, a victory would be assured for them and it was one less force in the revisionist army.  

   The tachi offers a nod of thanks towards the sage as his fingers wrap around the tea cup.  He looks inside, focusing on the lovely shade of green that stared back, along with some blackened tea leaves.  One was floating–perhaps he has some luck on his side.  

   “I will answer anything so long as I can.”  He replies as his gaze shifts back to the seated saniwa.  With that being said, he takes a small sip of the tea with hum and places it back onto the table.  “It is not something about field work, correct?”

     ”No, no, I know you’re not too fond of chores.” whether that’s an actual physical difficulty keeping up with the demand or just an aversion to labor, well, tenka still can’t say (but if there are other swords willing to take up the slack, is it something he can bother interfering with?) nevertheless...

     ”I promise it’s not entirely personal, even if it concerns me a great deal...” it’s more of a hunch than anything, a gut feeling that maybe he can’t verify to anybody that doesn’t feel what he does.

tenka can’t help but think, maybe, he only needs a second opinion. the sage smiles again at mikazuki.

     ”Mm. I’ve noticed a lot of odd feelings at this citadel lately. Sensations I can’t really explain without sounding paranoid. Distorted time, disturbances in the atmosphere, that sort of thing. But I don’t mean to worry you — certain colleagues have pretty emphatically assured me that it was nothing! But I’d feel odd keeping something like that from any of you, regardless of what’s going on, so...” their tactics are changing, that much is clear. but...

     ”Have you ever considered what might happen if Revisionists tried targeting a saniwa? Would you think that sort of thing is outside of their range of consideration?”

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Tenka & Shirasu

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long time no sad tenkas

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sorry for not getting much done tonight y’all, i have work in the morning but more importantly i’m prepping for a trip!! idk how much i’ll be on while i’m away bc i’ll be with family and stuff (probably not much at all, if i ever can use my laptop it’ll be on my dad’s work hotspot) but i’ll be down to chat and plot and whatever you want over disco!!!

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sorry for not getting much done tonight y’all, i have work in the morning but more importantly i’m prepping for a trip!! idk how much i’ll be on while i’m away bc i’ll be with family and stuff (probably not much at all, if i ever can use my laptop it’ll be on my dad’s work hotspot) but i’ll be down to chat and plot and whatever you want over disco!!!

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bravehope:

No wonder Kumo Tenka-san had not been expecting him: he had not sent any message saying he would be visiting. Had he warned of his arrival, there would have been a staged welcome scene, and that would have been troublesome.

The oldest Kumo was good at masking feelings behind the bright smile he usually wore, showing himself as strong, resilient, unable and unwilling to give up. It took someone else who wore an equally persistent mask to see through the act, as if it were clear glass. Yuuki knew frustration, helplessness, defeat, the feeling of being irremediably weak – he could see those same things in the other’s eyes.

“Of course you were not.”

Caught unaware, at last was Kumo Tenka truly showing himself.

“I doubt the reason I am here is the same as that of the others.”

As the man moved to take seat under the porch, Yuuki walked to the abandoned sword and picked it up – a medium-length wakizashi, designed so that it could easily be manouvered using only one hand: with a short hilt, and a bespoke blade, lighter than average. A truly wonderful piece.

“You should not leave this lying around, Tenka-san.”

Moving back to the man’s wheeled chair, Yuuki carefully sheathed the sword, then pushed the whole mechanism near the spot where his host now sat.

“I have a proposal for you, Tenka-san. Will you hear me out?”

          “You sound quite sure of that.” if anyone were truly coming to see him out of genuine care, though, it would be yuuki. he acquiesces in silence once he moves to drop himself back into his chair with a graceless whump. 

a proposal. for once he hasn’t a guess what the other sage might be referring to, and regardless of whether he’ll find it agreeable... he knows it comes from a good place, a genuine one. he brushes his hair back from his eyes (he’s not sure when it came out of its messy little bun but can’t be bothered to dwell on it for long) before he turns to regard his visitor over his shoulder, offering a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

          “Alright, Yuuki-san. What is this proposal of yours?” his arms fold across his chest, holding his robes closed, drawing his haori tighter around him.