Of Princesses, Dragons, and Conquest

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[ she's no stranger to the idea. In times of war and strife, the heads of factions would most certainly not remain idle. Takane had known, and yet, she would have expected someone responsible for Oshu's well-being not to go about making idiotically reckless moves. And perhaps any other girl would be able to set it aside, realizing that for all of his bravado and skill and experience, Masamune was only nineteen.

But for someone who behaved far more responsibly than people twice her age, that wasn't an acceptable excuse. Any opposition wouldn't have seen it as one.

And truthfully, Takane's not fond of how it felt, knowing he'd risked himself to the point of being bed-bound for days, that he should have known better, that her chest squeezed - aching and sharp - whenever she went in to change bandages and exchange cool cloths, that she'd felt so helpless. Kojuro has probably already lectured him, but she's not the type to remain silent when she has things of her own to say.

Masamune should be mobile today. She's carrying a bucket of water to one of the vegetable gardens before she abruptly changes her course to seek him out.

At which point she will oh so subtly block his path. ]

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[ dangerous, she wonders, really--

and it's not because Masamune isn't dangerous, but she's never feared him, only grown curious and then amused and then fond, and at that point

-- he's close, and maybe she's reminiscing to being surrounded by a bunch of his avidly worried men, being encouraged to reach out to him, because he needed some sort of comfort that they themselves couldn't offer, and now she truly understands. Why Kojuro hadn't spoken against it.

Masamune is strong. But like anyone, he can falter, or grow tired, and when that happens, he's got his men. He's got Kojuro.

And he's got Takane, too, who's finally concluded that perhaps she's the one who truly needs this, this connection, him, and it's why she kisses him back before she's even realized it. And once she does, she doesn't pull away, letting the sensation settle properly.

A dangerous choice? No. The right one. ]

[dragonizing]

[ ah.

there's a pang in his chest when she kisses back. he'd taken this step by step, not really envisioning the next; he wouldn't say he'd thought she'd reject him, he wouldn't say he'd thought she'd kiss back… rather, he'd simply… not seen it at all.

it's then his fingers curl into the material of her shirt; it's then he pulls her a little closer, leaving it at that. he doesn't let go, doesn't want to.

it's calming. ]

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[ he doesn't let go; she doesn't want him to, but not for any of the cliché reasons. Not because she particularly feels like swooning in his arms, or seeking safely there. Takane doesn't remain with him out of a desire for security, after all.

No, it's affirmation. An announcement, as solid as if she'd spoken it aloud. Whatever had brought them together, they'd always had a say in how things would turn out. And she'd found a place here. Right here. It's a thrill, but a steady one.

She does have to draw back slightly, having never actually learned how to breathe through a kiss. And she's only a little flushed, breathing unsteady, fingers gripping his shoulders. ]

An... excellent answer.

[dragonizing]

[ when they're no longer kissing and he's making space in between their lips, he doesn't really shift much-- his fingers are still where they are, he's still holding her close, and--

-- so much happened, nothing at all. he can only laugh at her response, linking everything together like this was just another method of conversation. and it was, maybe--it's how they spoke. wordless words. ]

I'd say you gave it a bit of an edge.

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I may only assume partial credit for it.

[ she just kissed Date Masamune. Well, to be accurate, Date Masamune just kissed her, and she kissed him back, and she's aware that she ought to be appalled for what she just did to history, but she's not. She's content. He looks more relaxed now. ]

[dragonizing]

[ he wouldn't have imagined getting to this point when takane came here. he was a guy who had oshu ( which takane was a part of, he knew ) in mind, the country in mind, but never lips on his mind. not kisses. still, with takane, it's not quite romance--romance seemed too flat for that. it's a little bit more than that, like a fight on it's own. ]

Heh. For me, it's full. [ it takes a lot, after all. ]

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[ she knew very little about romance, save for the idea she'd developed as a child that a true love meant demolishing all obstacles in your way. This, she thinks, isn't quite like that theory. It wasn't all-consuming, and it didn't make her knees weak or her head swim (much). If anything, it felt like the next natural step, and she's not sure how to feel about that, except to accept it for now. ]

Eh...? But it was your answer, was it not?