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[Jan. 17][Atsu-hime] Willful
Title: Willful
Day/Theme: Jan. 17, 2009 "we'll weave our days together like waves"
Series: Atsu-hime
Character/Pairing: Iesada/Atsu <3
Rating: PG
Iesada had never had much luck fulfilling people's expectations. Actually, he didn't always care to even try. What was a life lived for them anyway? All the people who wanted to use him or manipulate him focused on their own goals and dreams for the country. He might play the fool, but he was still the shogun. His will was the only will he would support.
It was this same perverse desire of his to go against what was expected of him that prompted his interest in a liaison with Atsu outside the traditional bedroom. Why wait until the end of the day when he was so tried, when he could hurry off to the gardens of the Ooku during the daylight to embrace her beneath a meticulously groomed maple tree.
"Kubo-sama!" his wife gasped as he hopped over the railing to stroll amongst the flowers up to where she stood beneath the eaves.
"You're dismissed," he curtly informed Ikushima and the other assorted ladies gathered around Atsu to talk and take in the garden.
"This is highly unorthodox," Ikushima declared, giving the shogun one of her trademark withering glances before she swept back her outer robe and shuffled away, leaving Atsu and her husband alone.
"What is it?" Atsu asked him curiously. There was a hint of mischief in her dainty smile suggesting that she was not completely unaware of what was coming.
"I wanted to see you," he answered, his voice little more than a feeble breath. His dark eyes twinkled as he looked at her deeply, gazing lovingly at her accepting countenance. No woman had ever tried so hard to understand him as she had. He had never loved another woman as he loved her.
"Atsu," was all he said as he took her in his arms. They folded to the floor in a heap of colorful brocade, red sleeves intertwined with golden, green hakama against pink kimono, like the toppled contents of a fabric merchant's cart. "More beautiful than any of the gardens," Iesada thought, touching Atsu's delicate hand.
"You just do whatever you want to do," she chided him with a smile.
"What? And you don't do the same?" he accused in return.
"Who, me?" Atsu replied innocently.
Day/Theme: Jan. 17, 2009 "we'll weave our days together like waves"
Series: Atsu-hime
Character/Pairing: Iesada/Atsu <3
Rating: PG
Iesada had never had much luck fulfilling people's expectations. Actually, he didn't always care to even try. What was a life lived for them anyway? All the people who wanted to use him or manipulate him focused on their own goals and dreams for the country. He might play the fool, but he was still the shogun. His will was the only will he would support.
It was this same perverse desire of his to go against what was expected of him that prompted his interest in a liaison with Atsu outside the traditional bedroom. Why wait until the end of the day when he was so tried, when he could hurry off to the gardens of the Ooku during the daylight to embrace her beneath a meticulously groomed maple tree.
"Kubo-sama!" his wife gasped as he hopped over the railing to stroll amongst the flowers up to where she stood beneath the eaves.
"You're dismissed," he curtly informed Ikushima and the other assorted ladies gathered around Atsu to talk and take in the garden.
"This is highly unorthodox," Ikushima declared, giving the shogun one of her trademark withering glances before she swept back her outer robe and shuffled away, leaving Atsu and her husband alone.
"What is it?" Atsu asked him curiously. There was a hint of mischief in her dainty smile suggesting that she was not completely unaware of what was coming.
"I wanted to see you," he answered, his voice little more than a feeble breath. His dark eyes twinkled as he looked at her deeply, gazing lovingly at her accepting countenance. No woman had ever tried so hard to understand him as she had. He had never loved another woman as he loved her.
"Atsu," was all he said as he took her in his arms. They folded to the floor in a heap of colorful brocade, red sleeves intertwined with golden, green hakama against pink kimono, like the toppled contents of a fabric merchant's cart. "More beautiful than any of the gardens," Iesada thought, touching Atsu's delicate hand.
"You just do whatever you want to do," she chided him with a smile.
"What? And you don't do the same?" he accused in return.
"Who, me?" Atsu replied innocently.