wingedtiger | OPEN RP POST

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FUCKING DESTROY ME

[ The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and there are none more beautiful to behold than those from the cherry trees planted at Aoba Castle. It's so that Yukimura might see these wonders of nature at their most magnificent that he has been invited to the castle.

Yukimura suspects that Masamune's motivations are partly just a desire to show off to him, like a courting peacock fanning its tail feathers to prove that its colors are the best and the brightest, but he's also certain that the One-Eyed Dragon genuinely wants to spend time with him; a relaxing evening spent watching the pink petals fall.

A laid-back meetup like this is probably warranted after how risky and rough their last encounter was. Yukimura regrets nothing besides losing so quickly, but not every encounter needs to be so brutal.

Granted, Yukimura's been training extra hard as of late so he can give as good as he got, and he would like the satisfaction of again defeating Masamune so overwhelmingly, with such fiery passion, that he'd gaze up at him with a look that's impressed and shocked and chafed and proud and like, a little turned on -- but he's setting all that aside for another time.

...This kind of calm atmosphere is also ideal for if he happens to bring up certain developments with Sasuke. He's been awfully curious as to what Masamune might say. He doesn't seen keen on sharing, but he also might as well be married to Kojuro, so he's got no room to talk, honestly.

Yukimura brings his weapons and armor just in case something unpredictable happens, like Honda Tadakatsu suddenly crashing through one of the castle walls, or Fuuma Kotaro appearing out of nowhere to assassinate somebody (it's not having an overactive imagination if you live in this universe), but the armor's packed up and he'll take off the spear sheath on his back once he gets comfortable.

He arrives wearing something different from his usual garb: a dark red yukata with a gold rokumonsen pattern.

It sure as hell ain't subtle, but neither is he.

It's also a lot more loose-fitting than it's supposed to be. As in, that's a lot of chest and shoulder he's showing off. This man just can't keep his top half covered. ]

DATE MASAMUNEEEEEEEEE! I HAVE ARRIVED!!!!!!!!

[ Cherry blossom petals swirl around him in dramatic fashion, as if they know his entrance needs to be that much more extra.

His horse also looks super gallant too. Mane flowing in the wind and all that jazz. ]

[The party's already well underway when Yukimura arrives (and has been for days, as is the Date way), but the air is filled with soft pops and the smell of freshly opened sake as dozens of jugs and casks are opened up in a hurry.

Quickly followed by:]

SANADA YUKIMUUURAAAAAA!!!

[Masamune bellows from atop his own horse, which itself is atop the highest point of the castle roof, rearing back to paw dramatically at the air. Don't ask how he got Gotoguro up there, and definitely don't ask how many hours he's been waiting in position. It's all worth it for this single moment, when his horse leaps down and lands heavily in front of Yukimura's, kicking up a cloud of dust and petals. ~~Maybe Masamune should discourage this jumping-off-tall-buildings thing before SOMETHING TRAGIC HAPPENS...~~

He grins proudly as though to ask, did you see me? Wasn't I cool? Isn't my land beautiful?]

I knew you wouldn't keep me waiting.

[ Just the kind of impressive welcome Yukimura was anticipating!! Masamune never fails to go all out.

(But how did Gotoguro get up there?? He's going to be wondering about that.)

Yukimura beams back at him. ]

When I received your invitation, I head out at the first opportunity!!

[ He probably tried to get going literally as soon as he was done reading the letter, only to be reeled back in by a little thing called "responsibilities". Sasuke puts up with so much. ]

This was not something I could miss, under any circumstances!!

Your timing couldn't be better. Any later and you'd have missed the blossoms at their finest.

[In the small number of springs Masamune's been alive to witness, he's picked up pretty quickly on when such fleeting displays are at their peak. It's fitting that he gets to see them with somebody whose life has bloomed just as brilliantly.

He dismounts with just as much flair as before, his polkadotted surcoat fluttering more than it should from such a short drop. Flashiness finds a way...]

C'mon. I made sure we have the best seats in the house all to ourselves.

[ Masamune manages to make colorful polka dots look cool, and that is no small feat. Just as his surcoat flutters more than is reasonable, Yukimura's headband and ponytail are swaying in the wind waaay more than makes sense.

They have harnessed the power of flashiness and are using it to alter reality in slight but noticeable ways. Who knows how else this power can be applied... Maybe that's how the horse got up there??

Yukimura leaps off of his horse, his enthusiasm overflowing. ]

Verily, I am honored!

[ Just the two of them, viewing the cherry blossoms... No matter what they get up to, something like this, so simple and pure, will never lose its appeal to Yukimura. ]

Lead the way, Lord Masamune! I expect the view will be everything I have imagined and more!

Edited (the only purpose of this edit is to say i really wanted to use 'verily' in a tag) 2019-12-27 03:40 (UTC)

Ha! I doubt any man could begin to imagine this without having seen it first.

[He does want to show it off and impress Yukimura. That goes without saying. But he wants to see the wonder in his eyes, and enjoy an evening appreciating life without worrying about war or fighting.

...Maybe they can have a little bout or two before Yukimura heads home, but that's not the plan for tonight! Tonight, Masamune is not the leader or warrior Yukimura knows so well, but the gentle-natured artist and dreamer who surely would have flourished in more peaceful times. Don't tell Keiji.

They leave the horses to the attendants, and Masamune leads Yukimura... indoors. ~~RIGHT TO THE BED~~ No, look, there's a method to his madness - one end of the castle protrudes over the cliffside of Mt. Aoba, sheltered from rain but otherwise exposed to the open air and the spectacular view of the (currently humble) town below and the pink and purple clouds up above. The sake and sweets have already been laid out, as have silk cushions, and Masamune cocks his head toward them.]

Have a seat.

[ Yukimura's eyes go wide at the sight he's treated to. The expanse of the town, and the beautiful hues of the clouds... he feels as if what he's seeing right now is a world unto itself. A hidden realm revealed to only a select few.

Yukimura sits on one of the cushions in a nearly reverent manner. ]

Silk...?

[ A man of culture indeed. He knows that Masamune's tastes are expensive, but he's so awestruck that even a luxury he would expect of Masamune has a kind of mystical quality to it. ]

This view, Lord Masamune! It stirs something within my soul... as if it were the heavens themselves before me!

It is as close as any man can hope to get. [It's not like anyone will ever figure out how to build flying machines, or even crazier,leave the entire planet. Pff.] No better place for a Dragon to watch over his domain than from the skies.

[Nothing's too expensive when that domain contains most of the land the country's most luxurious goods even come from. It's a good thing he's so humble about it. In comparison to what he could be, anyway. Cripes.

His greatest treasure and the greatest view are right here in front of him, and what he won't say with words is broadcasted loud and clear in the way he keeps Yukimura in his deep and gentle gaze. Yeah, the sunset's nice too. But there's only one chance to watch Yukimura experience it for the first time.

He takes his seat right alongside Yukimura, not at all shy about bumping up against him, and he motions with the sake bottle. It's probably better for now if he handles Yukimura's servings.]

[ Masamune staying in charge of the booze is definitely for the best. It would be a problem if Yukimura got too carried away three steps away from a cliff... Sure, he'd survive, but that's not the point.

Yukimura holds out his cup eagerly, but his eyes are quickly drawn back to the view. ]

If we humans could soar the skies as birds do, we might come to take it for granted.

[ And sharing this view with Masamune wouldn't hold the same magic it possesses now. ]

True, you have to know how it is to crawl along the ground and struggle against the current to really appreciate where wings might take you.

Even so... I think I'd like to be reborn as a bird in the next life.

MEANWHILE

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