Hillbilly12 said
I was mostly waiting for a June post.
Aw hell I knew I was holding things up. ;.;
I'll post today!
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Aw hell I knew I was holding things up. ;.;
I'll post today!
I thought the threesome invitation was towards June? I could be wrong.
I posted!
And no, that story Noriaki told isn't based on anything, why do you ask? No, I don't know what you're talking about, what do you mean it sounds sort of similar to an event in Noriaki's past? You're crazy. >.>
And no, that story Noriaki told isn't based on anything, why do you ask? No, I don't know what you're talking about, what do you mean it sounds sort of similar to an event in Noriaki's past? You're crazy. >.>
Noriaki did what she never thought she'd do when alone with a woman she found attractive. She listened. She listened intently. As Asuka continued, spilling her feelings in such a way, Noriaki removed her hand from the ronin's shoulder, placing it instead to her own waist. So the warrior was in love, or at least coming to terms with feelings other than bloodlust and disdain for Noriaki. Noriaki wanted to smile, to let out a laugh and playfully pat Asuka on the back over the matter, but it was clear that this admission came with difficulty, and that she was willing to trust Noriaki - the most likely out of the group to spill the secret or go off and confessing to Hanami on behalf of Asuka, caused Noriaki to pause, to treat the matter as seriously as Asuka was.
But on the inside, the poet was awash with laughter, enjoying the fact that even fierce fighters - or so she assumed Asuka fit that bill - were human after all.
"I knew that look was familiar, I've seen it so often that I can detect it in a crowd. Obviously you know my thoughts on the matter of affection. If we are being candid, I find myself attracted to you, in that sense I have feelings for you as well. But, do not worry, as much as I would enjoy the pleasure of your company, I am smart enough to know not to get inbetween a woman and her affections. Besides, I do not really need another reason for everyone to dislike me. Not to mention that I...I have a good thing going with my muse. Though I am worried that her...second half might complicate things. Ah, but those are my problems, not yours. Were it anyone else, I would suggest you get the attention of your crush by openly flirting with me, play the jealousy game. But in this instance I fear it would have quite the opposite effect, and that your lover-to-be would instead get actually jealous and it would just be a mess."
Noriaki paused,before letting out sigh. Noriaki motioned to a nearby bench resting against the walls of the restaurant. It would be easier if the two of them were sitting, plus Noriaki just wanted to get off of her feet for a moment.
"Asuka, I'm going to tell you a story. A quick one, but one I think might be relevant. It's a story I mean to put into a collection one day. And before you ask, this story is false, just a tale I made up in my earlier travels."
The poet cleared her throat and looked towards the sky, where her gaze lingered before she started.
"There was once this great samurai, one of the greatest in the land. This samurai served their lord with honor, with loyalty, and for their service they were rewarded. But such a life was not fulfilling for this samurai. Sure, service was fulfilling enough, but what the samurai lacked was...camaraderie...friendship...love. One day, as this samurai was making the round, standing watch over a rural village under the protection of the lord, the samurai met a villager. This villager idolized samurai, they protected the village and ensured that no harm could come to the family farm. The villager was young and didn't understand the harsh reality of the samurai life, such things like bushido were foreign to this villager. Nevertheless, the villager and the samurai became friends, and though they didn't know it at the time, both filled a void the other lacked. The samurai was getting camaraderie, the villager was getting the attention of the ones they idolized, the villager was getting acknowledged.. Over the years they grew into the best of friends...and the villager came to realize that there was love between them - love that the samurai was oblivious to. No matter how hard the villager tried, the samurai would not recognize this feeling, this emotion, because to the samurai, personal affections merely got in the way. To love was forbidden. To love was, as you said, weak."
A pause, as Noriaki sighs, her voice sounding almost nostalgic.
"The samurai realized all too late that the love was mutual. It happened on the night of the samurai's death. The samurai was slain in a duel in service of their lord, and the samurai's final thoughts were on the villager, on the regret of not returning the love that they so clearly shared. The samurai died with regrets, and the villager vowed never to love again, for the pain of loss, of rejection, was too overwhelming."
Noriaki closed her eyes for a moment, pausing, inhaling. As she exhaled, her eyes opened and the smile returned to her lips.
"I tell you this story because I don't want you to end up like the couple in the story. We're not exactly friends, but since we're on this journey together we may as well be called comrades. Your story can have a happy ending, Asuka, and it starts by admitting that love is not a weakness. I don't know the circumstances of your upbringing, but love is the single most beautiful thing that two people can share. If your feelings are true, running from them will only give you regrets later in life. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that I know nothing of love, that I'm just some lecherous slattern, but I know love in ways you cannot imagine. Everyone is searching for love, Asuka, even me. I do not yet know if what my muse and I have is love or not, but it's something, which is more than I had. While I cannot make her fall for you, what I can do is offer you encouragement. If you will trust me, Asuka, I will assist you in overcoming this fear. For if anyone deserves love, it is one who is afraid of it."
Again, Noriaki placed a hand onto Asuka's shoulders, offering comfort. She smiled at the ronin, and this time there was no lust in the smile, no hint of sexual wanting behind her eyes. Instead, it was genuine, a friendly, concerned smile.
But on the inside, the poet was awash with laughter, enjoying the fact that even fierce fighters - or so she assumed Asuka fit that bill - were human after all.
"I knew that look was familiar, I've seen it so often that I can detect it in a crowd. Obviously you know my thoughts on the matter of affection. If we are being candid, I find myself attracted to you, in that sense I have feelings for you as well. But, do not worry, as much as I would enjoy the pleasure of your company, I am smart enough to know not to get inbetween a woman and her affections. Besides, I do not really need another reason for everyone to dislike me. Not to mention that I...I have a good thing going with my muse. Though I am worried that her...second half might complicate things. Ah, but those are my problems, not yours. Were it anyone else, I would suggest you get the attention of your crush by openly flirting with me, play the jealousy game. But in this instance I fear it would have quite the opposite effect, and that your lover-to-be would instead get actually jealous and it would just be a mess."
Noriaki paused,before letting out sigh. Noriaki motioned to a nearby bench resting against the walls of the restaurant. It would be easier if the two of them were sitting, plus Noriaki just wanted to get off of her feet for a moment.
"Asuka, I'm going to tell you a story. A quick one, but one I think might be relevant. It's a story I mean to put into a collection one day. And before you ask, this story is false, just a tale I made up in my earlier travels."
The poet cleared her throat and looked towards the sky, where her gaze lingered before she started.
"There was once this great samurai, one of the greatest in the land. This samurai served their lord with honor, with loyalty, and for their service they were rewarded. But such a life was not fulfilling for this samurai. Sure, service was fulfilling enough, but what the samurai lacked was...camaraderie...friendship...love. One day, as this samurai was making the round, standing watch over a rural village under the protection of the lord, the samurai met a villager. This villager idolized samurai, they protected the village and ensured that no harm could come to the family farm. The villager was young and didn't understand the harsh reality of the samurai life, such things like bushido were foreign to this villager. Nevertheless, the villager and the samurai became friends, and though they didn't know it at the time, both filled a void the other lacked. The samurai was getting camaraderie, the villager was getting the attention of the ones they idolized, the villager was getting acknowledged.. Over the years they grew into the best of friends...and the villager came to realize that there was love between them - love that the samurai was oblivious to. No matter how hard the villager tried, the samurai would not recognize this feeling, this emotion, because to the samurai, personal affections merely got in the way. To love was forbidden. To love was, as you said, weak."
A pause, as Noriaki sighs, her voice sounding almost nostalgic.
"The samurai realized all too late that the love was mutual. It happened on the night of the samurai's death. The samurai was slain in a duel in service of their lord, and the samurai's final thoughts were on the villager, on the regret of not returning the love that they so clearly shared. The samurai died with regrets, and the villager vowed never to love again, for the pain of loss, of rejection, was too overwhelming."
Noriaki closed her eyes for a moment, pausing, inhaling. As she exhaled, her eyes opened and the smile returned to her lips.
"I tell you this story because I don't want you to end up like the couple in the story. We're not exactly friends, but since we're on this journey together we may as well be called comrades. Your story can have a happy ending, Asuka, and it starts by admitting that love is not a weakness. I don't know the circumstances of your upbringing, but love is the single most beautiful thing that two people can share. If your feelings are true, running from them will only give you regrets later in life. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that I know nothing of love, that I'm just some lecherous slattern, but I know love in ways you cannot imagine. Everyone is searching for love, Asuka, even me. I do not yet know if what my muse and I have is love or not, but it's something, which is more than I had. While I cannot make her fall for you, what I can do is offer you encouragement. If you will trust me, Asuka, I will assist you in overcoming this fear. For if anyone deserves love, it is one who is afraid of it."
Again, Noriaki placed a hand onto Asuka's shoulders, offering comfort. She smiled at the ronin, and this time there was no lust in the smile, no hint of sexual wanting behind her eyes. Instead, it was genuine, a friendly, concerned smile.
I'll have a post up either tonight or tomorrow mornin'.
Oh, I posted in the interest check and totally didn't see the OOC was up. Still accepting?
Rusalka said
XD Definite lolz when someone in the bunch gets wasted on sake.To sum it up.
You make it sound like Noriaki has ulterior motives here.
She's got her muse at the moment, she's not asking Asuka to sleep with her.
Emily nodded towards her father, and it was true. They had been gone long, longer than it should normally take to perform a changing. Maybe the sister was struggling with it, she looked like the kind of person who was unused to more domestic tasks. Or tasks of any kind, really. Emily made her way towards the restroom, slowly stepping around or waiting for other people who were in front of her. Fortunately, the destination wasn't far, and soon Emily was pushing open the door to the restroom.
Inside, she saw Sarah slowly pacing around near the mirrors, Charlie sleeping while pressed against her chest. Sarah's lips were moving, but Emily didn't focus on that. Instead she looked towards the brother and sister, moreso the brother, and nodded to no one in particular, a nod of confirmation. Emily's eyes met Sarah's for a moment, and Sarah craned her head towards the door. Sarah didn't want to be disturbed, she didn't want to wake Charlie, to the point where she was debating placing him into the chair and letting him sleep there. It was probably more comfortable for him like this.
Emily, looking sad, left the bathroom and returned to where she was waiting for her dad. "Charlie is sleeping on his sister." SHe signed to him when he made his return.
Inside, she saw Sarah slowly pacing around near the mirrors, Charlie sleeping while pressed against her chest. Sarah's lips were moving, but Emily didn't focus on that. Instead she looked towards the brother and sister, moreso the brother, and nodded to no one in particular, a nod of confirmation. Emily's eyes met Sarah's for a moment, and Sarah craned her head towards the door. Sarah didn't want to be disturbed, she didn't want to wake Charlie, to the point where she was debating placing him into the chair and letting him sleep there. It was probably more comfortable for him like this.
Emily, looking sad, left the bathroom and returned to where she was waiting for her dad. "Charlie is sleeping on his sister." SHe signed to him when he made his return.
Elsa was going to wreck this, that's all that ran through Anna's mind as she stood by and watched Elsa trade petty jabs with Hans. Where was this jealousy coming from? It wasn't like Elsa, not the Elsa she knew, anyway. Hans calling her 'babe' was a bit unexpected, but Anna saw it as a compliment, it was about her appearance, right? So clearly it was more than just Elsa who saw how grown up Anna was. Grown up enough to handle other people. Grown up enough to handle guys.
"Elsa!" Anna said, raising her voice slightly, "That's rude. There's no need to be so..so petty! Hans has been nothing but polite, a total gentleman. You're being rude, Elsa!"
Anna placed her hands on her hips, almost shouting at her sister. It was evident that Anna was unhappy, and that most of it was due to Elsa's interference.
"Elsa!" Anna said, raising her voice slightly, "That's rude. There's no need to be so..so petty! Hans has been nothing but polite, a total gentleman. You're being rude, Elsa!"
Anna placed her hands on her hips, almost shouting at her sister. It was evident that Anna was unhappy, and that most of it was due to Elsa's interference.
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