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paraboxical2012-04-29 07:07 am
insultea) wrote in paraboxical2012-04-29 07:07 am
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Worries;
On those occasional nights when Ieyasu was stuck out late helping a friend in need (or a stranger in need, that happened too), Mitsunari and Ieyasu found that at the very least they could keep in touch through text message.
It wasn’t as good as the real thing, or even as talking, but those times when Ieyasu couldn’t be on the phone all night long, it served its purpose.
And so Mitsunari curled up on the couch, phone in his lap, as he worked idly on other things to try to keep himself busy, though he jumped to respond to each and every one of Ieyasu’s texts. However, the texts themselves began to come at a more erratic pace (Mitsunari supposed he was probably actually helping someone now), with rather long gaps in between.
He sighed and settled down on the couch to wait.
--
Ieyasu was worried.
It wasn’t an expected state of affairs, since he had successfully helped the child reunite with her mother at 11 at night, but he was indeed worried nonetheless as he pulled out his phone and scrolled through his texts.
Ieyasu was worried because the responses from Mitsunari had stopped an hour ago.
Had something happened?
Mitsunari was supposed to be safe and sound at home, but despite everything his mind started scrolling through all of the things that could have happened to him there. There could have been a fire—there could have been a robber. He could have fallen and hit his head. He—
Ieyasu took a deep, shuddering breath and began to run.
It took him very little time at all that way to open the door to their home, stumbling in and breathing heavily and—
He stopped and stared at Mitsunari curled up peacefully on the couch, phone resting on the floor near his limp hand, where he had likely dropped it.
And then a sigh—torn between amusement and relief and exasperation. It wasn’t Mitsunari’s fault that he’d imagined up the worst of things, and it wasn’t Mitsunari’s fault for falling asleep. But Ieyasu merely walked over to the couch, carefully sliding his arms underneath Mitsunari’s shoulders and knees so he could lift him into his arms.
“Don’t worry me like that again,” Ieyasu breathed out, nuzzling his boyfriend’s cheek gently before making his way towards their shared bedroom. He knew Mitsunari couldn’t hear him…but it was worth saying nonetheless.
Mitsunari merely shifted slightly, towards Ieyasu, snuggling up to his chest almost unconsciously, and Ieyasu smiled—
And then a half-asleep mumble—“It’s okay”, Ieyasu thought it was. He blinked, stopping and bending down to murmur, “What’s okay, Mitsunari?”
There was simply a quiet sigh, and Mitsunari didn’t bother to open his eyes as he rested against Ieyasu’s chest, responding simply, “You’re here. There’s…nothing to worry about…”
He trailed off into a yawn, and then he went properly limp in Ieyasu’s grasp as he fell back asleep.
Ieyasu just blinked down at him. And then he smiled, shaking his head and mumbled, “I’ll always be here for you.”
And he wouldn’t ever allow anything to happen to Mitsunari. So while that night had given him a scare…he was perfectly content as he tucked Mitsunari into bed and crawled in afterwards, falling asleep with the love of his life in his arms.
It wasn’t as good as the real thing, or even as talking, but those times when Ieyasu couldn’t be on the phone all night long, it served its purpose.
And so Mitsunari curled up on the couch, phone in his lap, as he worked idly on other things to try to keep himself busy, though he jumped to respond to each and every one of Ieyasu’s texts. However, the texts themselves began to come at a more erratic pace (Mitsunari supposed he was probably actually helping someone now), with rather long gaps in between.
He sighed and settled down on the couch to wait.
--
Ieyasu was worried.
It wasn’t an expected state of affairs, since he had successfully helped the child reunite with her mother at 11 at night, but he was indeed worried nonetheless as he pulled out his phone and scrolled through his texts.
Ieyasu was worried because the responses from Mitsunari had stopped an hour ago.
Had something happened?
Mitsunari was supposed to be safe and sound at home, but despite everything his mind started scrolling through all of the things that could have happened to him there. There could have been a fire—there could have been a robber. He could have fallen and hit his head. He—
Ieyasu took a deep, shuddering breath and began to run.
It took him very little time at all that way to open the door to their home, stumbling in and breathing heavily and—
He stopped and stared at Mitsunari curled up peacefully on the couch, phone resting on the floor near his limp hand, where he had likely dropped it.
And then a sigh—torn between amusement and relief and exasperation. It wasn’t Mitsunari’s fault that he’d imagined up the worst of things, and it wasn’t Mitsunari’s fault for falling asleep. But Ieyasu merely walked over to the couch, carefully sliding his arms underneath Mitsunari’s shoulders and knees so he could lift him into his arms.
“Don’t worry me like that again,” Ieyasu breathed out, nuzzling his boyfriend’s cheek gently before making his way towards their shared bedroom. He knew Mitsunari couldn’t hear him…but it was worth saying nonetheless.
Mitsunari merely shifted slightly, towards Ieyasu, snuggling up to his chest almost unconsciously, and Ieyasu smiled—
And then a half-asleep mumble—“It’s okay”, Ieyasu thought it was. He blinked, stopping and bending down to murmur, “What’s okay, Mitsunari?”
There was simply a quiet sigh, and Mitsunari didn’t bother to open his eyes as he rested against Ieyasu’s chest, responding simply, “You’re here. There’s…nothing to worry about…”
He trailed off into a yawn, and then he went properly limp in Ieyasu’s grasp as he fell back asleep.
Ieyasu just blinked down at him. And then he smiled, shaking his head and mumbled, “I’ll always be here for you.”
And he wouldn’t ever allow anything to happen to Mitsunari. So while that night had given him a scare…he was perfectly content as he tucked Mitsunari into bed and crawled in afterwards, falling asleep with the love of his life in his arms.