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scriveyner) wrote2015-12-22 12:30 pm
scriveyner) wrote2015-12-22 12:30 pm
Samurai Flamenco (MMO) - Blizzard [Gotou/Masayoshi]
Title: Blizzard
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: MMO
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: M
Length: 1863
Summary: “It’s snowing a lot,” he said, and Masayoshi wrapped his arms around Gotou, pulled him close. “I think we’ll be snowed in, before too long.”
Gotou was standing with his arms folded, idle, as he waited on Masayoshi. He had been watching and listening to him haggle for a while before he got bored. Masayoshi wanted a new weapon, his halberd was badly damaged, and instead of taking it to a smithy he was going to try to fight it out with a Shugo trade broker at an exchange depot. It had been amusing to start out with, but now Gotou was bored, and hungry, and a little bit cold.
Elysea had a wide range of seasons and depending on which part of the shattered world they traveled to, it was possible to experience quite a wide variety over the course of a single day. However, he and Masayoshi had been making the rounds in a Balaur-disputed land known as Iggnision, and it had gotten cold.
The strange shift in weather had made the local fauna super aggressive, as the fortress and encampments had great fires and sources of warmth, so there was a lot of work for the usually unemployed daeva. No common folk, or people of the land lived in this disputed territory, so everyone that they ran across were daeva.
For a while Black - Kuroki, as Gotou was trying to get out of the habit of referring to them by their Flamenger colors - had travelled Iggnision with them. He’d opted to stay behind in the huge forest of Taloc, helping the corpsmen stationed there attempt to negotiate peace treaties with the centaur race of Brohum, who had been there as long as anyone could remember.
Masayoshi made a triumphant noise and Gotou’s attention centered back on him, as he watched the Shugo broker grudgingly hand over a gorgeous new weapon. It was a better halberd than the one Masayoshi had before, and he held it happily, half-bowing to the Shugo in thanks before turning back to Gotou. “Gotou-san,” Masayoshi said happily, showing off his winnings.
“Is that a fabled-class weapon?” Gotou said, impressed.
“It is! It’s so much lighter, and better balanced than my old one!” Masayoshi spun it a little in his hands, then flipped it back over his shoulder so it attached securely to his armor. “That was worth it.”
Gotou smiled at him. Masayoshi had barely been back two weeks, and it felt like he’d never left. Gotou felt buoyant, like he hadn’t realized he’d forgotten how to breathe until he broke the surface. He had to wonder if emotions were amplified by the world, or by their situation, because he could barely remember having ever been this grossly in love before.
A barely-fragmented memory, a sunny smile, dark hair, a school uniform. Why did that memory cut him so? He pushed it aside, knocked his fist into Masayoshi’s pauldron. “Hoi,” he said. “I’m starving. Want to catch dinner and find a place to spend the night?”
Masayoshi looked up at the sky. It had been grey and cloudy for days. “Think it might snow?” he asked, sniffing the air. “It smells like snow.”
“It rarely snows here,” Gotou said. “Asmodae gets most of that weather.”
“I remember,” Masayoshi said, and shivered. Gotou hesitated a moment … there was a lot he didn’t know about Masayoshi’s time away, but he hadn’t asked, and Masayoshi hadn’t been forthcoming. He didn’t seem to be in poor spirits, so Gotou didn’t bother with it. “Let’s head back to Oriel, I’d rather sleep in my own bed tonight, if it’s all the same to you.”
Gotou nodded his head, pulled on where the cloak affixed to Masayoshi’s armor, so that he had to lean in close. His height had been altered in that final fight against Beyond Flamenco, he was much closer to Masayoshi’s height now, and truer to what he had been before, but Masayoshi was still a bit taller. When Masayoshi tilted over, Gotou kissed him. Masayoshi beamed at him, and Gotou flushed. “Dinner first?” he said, and Masayoshi agreed.
#
Flight transporters no longer existed, although there were aether streams one could catch with their wings, that would send daeva hurtling across the sky toward certain destinations. The ability to fly to and from villages was gone completely. Teleporters were still around, though, and there were still magic scrolls that could be purchased to send you to specific areas and zones – although the demand for those was through the roof, and they couldn’t be created fast enough by dedicated spellcasters.
However, most daeva had a shortcut to their homes, a specific magic spell that took them to the place where they lived. Masayoshi and Gotou had combined their kinah together to get something larger than one of the daeva studio apartments, because at this point they wanted their privacy. There was a thriving economy of houses being built in Oriel, and with their pooled gold they purchased one.
Only two weeks back, and they were already living together. We might as well be married, Gotou thought as he stepped through Masayoshi’s portal into their living space. They didn’t have much by way of furniture yet; a big bed, a dresser, some chairs and a table. Oh, and a large fireplace, where a fire was already crackling, having been tended to by the Shugo butler. It was a little creepy, how quickly they were to indenture themselves, and Masayoshi had tried three times to lay off the Shugo, named Merinerk, but he had refused to be let go. The Shugo had settled himself in, and had his little cubby in an unattached shed off the house, so they at least had their privacy.
Gotou walked over to the front door and stood a moment. Oriel’s usually blue skies were grey as well, the chill having followed them from Iggnision. “I think you’re right, it’s going to snow,” Gotou said, as he shut the door and locked it, letting everyone know they were not to be disturbed.
Masayoshi leaned his new weapon against the wall and was tending to the guestblooms. One had blossomed while they were gone, watered by kind-hearted daeva who did the rounds of each village. “It’s almost Christmas,” he said absently, as if the Solorius festival hadn’t been going on for most of the month.
“Yeah, but it’s not like Christmas exists here,” Gotou said, hanging his shield on the peg on the wall, followed by his sword belt. He glanced over at Masayoshi. “Besides, I’ve got you back, and I can’t think of anything else that’s better, so holidays can go stuff it.”
Masayoshi blushed, he could tell even with the only light coming from the large fireplace. “I thought for sure you’d hate me,” Masayoshi said, busying himself with the plant so he didn’t have to look at Gotou. “After what I did.”
“Which part, the acting like a total dick, or trapping everyone who was logged in in the game permanently?” Gotou asked dryly. The silence that followed was sharp enough that he could hear only his breathing, so he glanced to Masayoshi, who had gone white as a sheet. “Hey,” he said, realizing his error at once. “You did what you had to, ‘yoshi, I’m not holding that against you.”
Masayoshi let out a long sigh. He moved from the crouch he was in to sitting properly. “Sometimes I wonder if this is just another fever dream, like when I was poisoned by the dionae and begged you to kill me.”
“Wait,” Gotou said. “What? I don’t remember that-”
“You wouldn’t,” Masayoshi said, waving his hand in front of his face. “It was a fever dream. An Asmo nursed me back, I didn’t have any potions and a good chunk of my battle skills were gone for the first few weeks.” He looked at his hands. “You wouldn’t kill me.” He closed his eyes and was smiling again, not quite a happy smile. “I was so mad.”
Gotou sat down on the floor next to Masayoshi. “Don’t ever ask me to do that,” he said, quite serious.
Masayoshi kept his eyes closed tight, and nodded.
#
Dinner was leftover stew. They ate a lot of stew, but it always had different ingredients and rarely tasted like the sort of stew he remembered. “I miss curry,” Masayoshi said with a sigh, pushing his spoon around the plate. They had tried to recreate it once already, with disastrous results.
“Someone will figure out how to make it, so that it tastes right,” Gotou said with confidence. “Besides, this stew is great.”
“I miss television,” Masayoshi sighed in the same breath.
Gotou rolled his eyes. “There are plenty of things to do, other than television. I didn’t miss it at all when you were gone.”
“Oh yeah?” Masayoshi said. He stuck his spoon in his mouth and licked it clean. “Name one thing I can do right now.”
He looked him dead-on, said it without missing a beat. “Me.”
Masayoshi stared at him, and Gotou had gave up in the fight against his blush. “Really?” Masayoshi said, and Gotou put down his own spoon and nodded. He had barely stopped nodding when Masayoshi stood up suddenly, left the plates on the table and hauled Gotou over his shoulder.
“Holy shit,” Gotou yelped, as Masayoshi schlepped him off to bed.
#
When Gotou woke, the room was chilly. He slithered out from under the covers to peek out the window, and was surprised by how much snow had piled up against the frame. It was that same grey outside, although now with a steady shower of snow cutting through the daylight. Gotou folded his arms over his chest and shivered, and let the heavy drape settle back down, keeping the cold outside.
Masayoshi rolled up on his side. “Come back to bed,” he whined drowsily, and Gotou slid back under the covers beside him.
“It’s snowing a lot,” he said, and Masayoshi wrapped his arms around Gotou, pulled him close. “I think we’ll be snowed in, before too long.”
“Good,” he said. “I can spend more time in bed with you.”
Gotou couldn’t argue with that.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: MMO
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: M
Length: 1863
Summary: “It’s snowing a lot,” he said, and Masayoshi wrapped his arms around Gotou, pulled him close. “I think we’ll be snowed in, before too long.”
Gotou was standing with his arms folded, idle, as he waited on Masayoshi. He had been watching and listening to him haggle for a while before he got bored. Masayoshi wanted a new weapon, his halberd was badly damaged, and instead of taking it to a smithy he was going to try to fight it out with a Shugo trade broker at an exchange depot. It had been amusing to start out with, but now Gotou was bored, and hungry, and a little bit cold.
Elysea had a wide range of seasons and depending on which part of the shattered world they traveled to, it was possible to experience quite a wide variety over the course of a single day. However, he and Masayoshi had been making the rounds in a Balaur-disputed land known as Iggnision, and it had gotten cold.
The strange shift in weather had made the local fauna super aggressive, as the fortress and encampments had great fires and sources of warmth, so there was a lot of work for the usually unemployed daeva. No common folk, or people of the land lived in this disputed territory, so everyone that they ran across were daeva.
For a while Black - Kuroki, as Gotou was trying to get out of the habit of referring to them by their Flamenger colors - had travelled Iggnision with them. He’d opted to stay behind in the huge forest of Taloc, helping the corpsmen stationed there attempt to negotiate peace treaties with the centaur race of Brohum, who had been there as long as anyone could remember.
Masayoshi made a triumphant noise and Gotou’s attention centered back on him, as he watched the Shugo broker grudgingly hand over a gorgeous new weapon. It was a better halberd than the one Masayoshi had before, and he held it happily, half-bowing to the Shugo in thanks before turning back to Gotou. “Gotou-san,” Masayoshi said happily, showing off his winnings.
“Is that a fabled-class weapon?” Gotou said, impressed.
“It is! It’s so much lighter, and better balanced than my old one!” Masayoshi spun it a little in his hands, then flipped it back over his shoulder so it attached securely to his armor. “That was worth it.”
Gotou smiled at him. Masayoshi had barely been back two weeks, and it felt like he’d never left. Gotou felt buoyant, like he hadn’t realized he’d forgotten how to breathe until he broke the surface. He had to wonder if emotions were amplified by the world, or by their situation, because he could barely remember having ever been this grossly in love before.
A barely-fragmented memory, a sunny smile, dark hair, a school uniform. Why did that memory cut him so? He pushed it aside, knocked his fist into Masayoshi’s pauldron. “Hoi,” he said. “I’m starving. Want to catch dinner and find a place to spend the night?”
Masayoshi looked up at the sky. It had been grey and cloudy for days. “Think it might snow?” he asked, sniffing the air. “It smells like snow.”
“It rarely snows here,” Gotou said. “Asmodae gets most of that weather.”
“I remember,” Masayoshi said, and shivered. Gotou hesitated a moment … there was a lot he didn’t know about Masayoshi’s time away, but he hadn’t asked, and Masayoshi hadn’t been forthcoming. He didn’t seem to be in poor spirits, so Gotou didn’t bother with it. “Let’s head back to Oriel, I’d rather sleep in my own bed tonight, if it’s all the same to you.”
Gotou nodded his head, pulled on where the cloak affixed to Masayoshi’s armor, so that he had to lean in close. His height had been altered in that final fight against Beyond Flamenco, he was much closer to Masayoshi’s height now, and truer to what he had been before, but Masayoshi was still a bit taller. When Masayoshi tilted over, Gotou kissed him. Masayoshi beamed at him, and Gotou flushed. “Dinner first?” he said, and Masayoshi agreed.
Flight transporters no longer existed, although there were aether streams one could catch with their wings, that would send daeva hurtling across the sky toward certain destinations. The ability to fly to and from villages was gone completely. Teleporters were still around, though, and there were still magic scrolls that could be purchased to send you to specific areas and zones – although the demand for those was through the roof, and they couldn’t be created fast enough by dedicated spellcasters.
However, most daeva had a shortcut to their homes, a specific magic spell that took them to the place where they lived. Masayoshi and Gotou had combined their kinah together to get something larger than one of the daeva studio apartments, because at this point they wanted their privacy. There was a thriving economy of houses being built in Oriel, and with their pooled gold they purchased one.
Only two weeks back, and they were already living together. We might as well be married, Gotou thought as he stepped through Masayoshi’s portal into their living space. They didn’t have much by way of furniture yet; a big bed, a dresser, some chairs and a table. Oh, and a large fireplace, where a fire was already crackling, having been tended to by the Shugo butler. It was a little creepy, how quickly they were to indenture themselves, and Masayoshi had tried three times to lay off the Shugo, named Merinerk, but he had refused to be let go. The Shugo had settled himself in, and had his little cubby in an unattached shed off the house, so they at least had their privacy.
Gotou walked over to the front door and stood a moment. Oriel’s usually blue skies were grey as well, the chill having followed them from Iggnision. “I think you’re right, it’s going to snow,” Gotou said, as he shut the door and locked it, letting everyone know they were not to be disturbed.
Masayoshi leaned his new weapon against the wall and was tending to the guestblooms. One had blossomed while they were gone, watered by kind-hearted daeva who did the rounds of each village. “It’s almost Christmas,” he said absently, as if the Solorius festival hadn’t been going on for most of the month.
“Yeah, but it’s not like Christmas exists here,” Gotou said, hanging his shield on the peg on the wall, followed by his sword belt. He glanced over at Masayoshi. “Besides, I’ve got you back, and I can’t think of anything else that’s better, so holidays can go stuff it.”
Masayoshi blushed, he could tell even with the only light coming from the large fireplace. “I thought for sure you’d hate me,” Masayoshi said, busying himself with the plant so he didn’t have to look at Gotou. “After what I did.”
“Which part, the acting like a total dick, or trapping everyone who was logged in in the game permanently?” Gotou asked dryly. The silence that followed was sharp enough that he could hear only his breathing, so he glanced to Masayoshi, who had gone white as a sheet. “Hey,” he said, realizing his error at once. “You did what you had to, ‘yoshi, I’m not holding that against you.”
Masayoshi let out a long sigh. He moved from the crouch he was in to sitting properly. “Sometimes I wonder if this is just another fever dream, like when I was poisoned by the dionae and begged you to kill me.”
“Wait,” Gotou said. “What? I don’t remember that-”
“You wouldn’t,” Masayoshi said, waving his hand in front of his face. “It was a fever dream. An Asmo nursed me back, I didn’t have any potions and a good chunk of my battle skills were gone for the first few weeks.” He looked at his hands. “You wouldn’t kill me.” He closed his eyes and was smiling again, not quite a happy smile. “I was so mad.”
Gotou sat down on the floor next to Masayoshi. “Don’t ever ask me to do that,” he said, quite serious.
Masayoshi kept his eyes closed tight, and nodded.
Dinner was leftover stew. They ate a lot of stew, but it always had different ingredients and rarely tasted like the sort of stew he remembered. “I miss curry,” Masayoshi said with a sigh, pushing his spoon around the plate. They had tried to recreate it once already, with disastrous results.
“Someone will figure out how to make it, so that it tastes right,” Gotou said with confidence. “Besides, this stew is great.”
“I miss television,” Masayoshi sighed in the same breath.
Gotou rolled his eyes. “There are plenty of things to do, other than television. I didn’t miss it at all when you were gone.”
“Oh yeah?” Masayoshi said. He stuck his spoon in his mouth and licked it clean. “Name one thing I can do right now.”
He looked him dead-on, said it without missing a beat. “Me.”
Masayoshi stared at him, and Gotou had gave up in the fight against his blush. “Really?” Masayoshi said, and Gotou put down his own spoon and nodded. He had barely stopped nodding when Masayoshi stood up suddenly, left the plates on the table and hauled Gotou over his shoulder.
“Holy shit,” Gotou yelped, as Masayoshi schlepped him off to bed.
When Gotou woke, the room was chilly. He slithered out from under the covers to peek out the window, and was surprised by how much snow had piled up against the frame. It was that same grey outside, although now with a steady shower of snow cutting through the daylight. Gotou folded his arms over his chest and shivered, and let the heavy drape settle back down, keeping the cold outside.
Masayoshi rolled up on his side. “Come back to bed,” he whined drowsily, and Gotou slid back under the covers beside him.
“It’s snowing a lot,” he said, and Masayoshi wrapped his arms around Gotou, pulled him close. “I think we’ll be snowed in, before too long.”
“Good,” he said. “I can spend more time in bed with you.”
Gotou couldn’t argue with that.