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Post by Japan on Jan 2, 2013 17:06:42 GMT -5
Japan really hadn’t anticipated such an incident, although with foresight he could see that this was going to happen sooner or later. His coasts were rather treacherous at the best of times, and a storm only made such areas harder to navigate. He couldn’t help but feel guilty for not having sent the nation off on a more auspicious day, and advised the nation on the right directions on which to travel. But such superstitions were not suited to Western Nations, and he was fearful of the Turk looking down on him for still clinging to such beliefs. Withholding such information is perhaps why he is so insistent that the nation is looked after by himself personally, and why in the last day he has had two different Doctors out – one who had trained in the West and the other a German. Both has advised rest and encouraged Kiku to help the Turk break his fever. They’re both in his living space, a small room Tatami room that is bare bar a small wall scroll and a bowl in an alcove. The paper screens are shut against the humidity and heat, and rather uncharacteristically for the season he has pulled out his Kotatsu. Which currently had a Turk underneath it, his head pocking out rather comically from the blanket that skirts around the table. Kiku is kneeled to the side of the Kotatsu, in a light Yukata as he tends to the damp blanket on the Turk’s head. He sits back when he’s done, not keen to hover and invade the larger nations personal space more than he had to. He fans himself as he shuffles back enough to give the Turk room, eyes falling on his form. He had taken off the mask to better apply the towel, and perhaps had taken to watching the rare sight of the Turk without such a barrier. They were complete opposites, in looks and nature. Japan was jealous, knowing that the Turk did not have any trouble commanding the respect that he himself fought for daily. Even here he had somewhat made friends rather easily despite his brash and provocative nature, something Japan himself could never help to achieve. He clears his throat, attempting to change his chain of thought as he looks away before turning his attention back. He leans over to press the back of his hand to the man’s forehead, other hand moving the clothe out of the way as he quickly checks his temperature. It had dropped… perhaps the man would wake up soon. That would surely assuage Kiku’s anxiousness somewhat. (If you're unsure about anything please feel free to ask! This is a Kotatsu btw!  ) |
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Post by Turkey on Jan 4, 2013 4:58:08 GMT -5
Like the man it was named after the Ertuðrul Gazi was a sturdy and reliable ship. One that commandeered the respect from her sailors and officers and that had seen quite a few ports on top of acquiring some of the top notch technology for ships of her make during that time. So, it was no mere coincidence that she was the ship chosen to depart as soon as possible on this voyage of goodwill to Japan. Within a week the Grand Vizier had ordered for the renewal of her overhauls wanting the ship to not only be presentable but to achieve the trip there and back without any hitches.
Money had been invested in her and Sadik had to admit that it was a beauty of a ship. He didn’t have the keenest of eyes in these regards such as a nation like England or even the former duchy of Venice but there was certainly something that stood out for the tall Turk in regards to the Ertuðrul Gazi. Perhaps it was the memories that came with the name having known Ertuðrul himself and watching the man shape his son into the strong and determined founder of the Ottoman Empire.
It was hard to tell but whenever Sadik looked upon it he felt this unbelievable surge of pride. However, the events of the journey to Japan, minus a few mishaps that had been dealt with appropriately, would have never prepared Sadik to watch as his beloved ship crashed against the reefs and dangerously jagged rocks on the east coast of Oshima Island.
His officers, sailor and he had thought that they could keep everything under control regardless of the destruction that the Ertuðrul Gazi had already suffered. No matter how hard they worked one thing after another began failing until even the pumps couldn`t accomplish their job of keeping the water out of the coal containers and buckets weren`t working fast enough that Sadik forced his officers to head to a port to seek shelter so they could reconvene.
It had happened all too suddenly, the reef, the waves, the winds and the Ertuðrul Gazi. It was as if Sadik had woken in Japan`s house, greeted by all of the shorter nation`s officials and even his emperor and then after just closing his eyes for a second he was on the ship, the reefs and rocks were barely a mile away and already many sailors were abandoning ship but not Sadik. Like Admiral Ali Osman Pasha, Sadik remained beside him and he would not budge until either he was forced apart by Mother Nature or the Admiral dismissed him himself. However, they both had a secret understanding, one that didn`t only stem from this moment but from the first time they had met and began working together. Ali Osman Pasha was the only human on board who knew what he truly is and who treated him like the rest of the crew rather than feared by even his own men because of his reputation and the manner of his dress.
Nothing could have prepared for the sound of impact, the screams, the sound of breaking bones and then Sadik hit the water and there was no more.
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The scene continued to replay in his mind over and over and over again. The peace he had thought he would find in unconsciousness was none existent. His mind repeated every little thing from the moment his crew and he left the company of the Japanese, loaded onto their ship and waved at them for the last time.
Sadik had noticed something that had been bothering Kiku, it was written on the shorter nation`s features even through his mask. Of course, the Turk didn`t once bother to ask what it was just shrugging it off as parting jitters.
But now. It made complete sense…Japan, the personified nation, had wanted to warn him…he had wanted to tell him not to go just yet but the start of the day was beautiful and seemed quite safe to sail in.
The signs had been there and he had failed to notice…to listen.
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His head was pounding. His body hurt and most of all, he felt as if he were on fire. But how was this possible when the last thing he remembered was falling into the cold ocean…the cold and unforgiving ocean.
Sadik let out a gasp as if it was the first time he had taken a breath of air in his life and his body involuntarily tensed causing him grind his teeth together at the excruciating pain he had to endure. It took several minutes before he was able to relax and when he did he fell limp against the floor his eyes opening a crack as he tried to make sense of his blurred surroundings.
“W-wh-ere…” His body convulsed into a coughing fit and it took another few minutes to calm himself to finish his sentence. “W-where…is my crew? …my ship?” He croaked having not used his voice for quite a while. He didn’t even care where he was at the moment…he needed to know what had happened to his men and his ship.
( Sorry for the late reply. If you need me to change anything let me know. : ) Oh, and thanks for the pictures. Good visual aid. )
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Post by Japan on Jan 5, 2013 14:08:57 GMT -5
Kiku startles when the man gasps, almost spilling the bowl of water by his side. He shuffles forward in his Yukata to tend to the man, holding up a small cup of water once he’s finished speaking.
The Asian nation could only imagine how parched the man must be. He was not at all sure how much pain he was in.
He winces as he realises he has to answer, helping to ease the man out from underneath the Kotatsu so that he’s somewhat upright when he gets the news. He clears his throat, adjusting the blankets and his own clothes as he sits again, eyes falling on the Turk.
‘Your ship wrecked off the coast of Oshima Island,’ he finally starts, eyes struggling to meet the Turk’s own and instead looking to his forehead before away. He busies himself with making some tea, knowing well that it was unlikely the other man would touch it but finding the everyday ceremony calmed his nerves. ‘Your ship fell apart at first impact despite the crews efforts… and we were able to save 63 sailors and only 6 officers. Most of the men saved have sustained only minor injuries, and those who are severely wounded are being treated by doctors from Europe.’
He pauses to offer the Turk more water, before he boils the rest. ‘We obviously weren’t able to salvage the ship, but we are more than willing to take you and your men back with Japanese ships…’
He looks like he wants to say something more, mouth in a tight line. He wants to apologise for not being more forward in offering his opinion on the departure date, and for letting the man leave without such advice.
He boils the water, pouring two cups more out of manners than expectation of the other to drink and picks up his own cup. He’s concerned as to how the man is taking the news, and his current state.
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Post by Turkey on Jan 9, 2013 16:20:02 GMT -5
Sadik had propped himself up a little, with quite a bit of difficulty, as the room begin to focus around him. Before he could truly focus on the room a small man appeared in his line of vision. He didn’t protest when a small cup of water was offered to him as he took it with a trembling hand. He nearly collapses from the strain before he even manages to get the cup to his lip and sip on it. The liquid washed down his throat soothing the itchy-ness that had caused him to fall into a fit of coughing.
He felt small hands on him as he’s eased away from the heat and pulled upright. Unfortunately, his body being so weak, can’t adjust quickly enough and the room begins to spin. He reaches out blindly, his large hand finding a hold on the table of the Kotatsu.
His clothes are gone and so is his mask, however, he’s not naked but he feels naked and even more so in such a vulnerable state. One that he was usually apt at concealing until he reached his own chambers and could recuperate on his own without prying eyes.
Sadik slumps over, his breathing a little labored; it was the entire even that caused his body to weaken to such a state. The loss of all those men, his ship and being flung into frigid water for who knows how long until his body had been found. It took a toll even on the strongest of nations…and he was not strong anymore, his empire had been ailing for quite some time and recovering from any event took him much longer than necessary.
He grew silent when Japan’s soothing voice filled the room. A deep frown was etched into his features at the recounting of the accident and he couldn’t help the tremble that consumed his body as the man went on. Sadik didn’t know what to say except there was one man he needed to know about, he needed to make sure that man had survived, at least.
“Did Admiral Ali Osman Pasha survive?” He asks after Kiku fell into silence. Sadik’s voice was surprisingly calm sounding, no waver whatsoever.
The Turk’s head was cast down and he couldn’t for the life of him look up and into Kiku’s eyes…he’d break. He wouldn’t be able to maintain the small amount of control he had mustered. Especially not after discovering that a crew of nearly 700 men, not even 100 of them survived and he was counted amongst them.
At that very moment, when things began to sink in. He didn’t care about going home, that was not at the forefront of his mind, it was the fact that he couldn’t even give his men a proper burial…he couldn’t even bring those bodies back to their family. A loss like this for a goodwill voyage should never have been heard of. Of course, one could never predict mother nature but there were always ways of avoiding her fury. Apparently, her fury had been meant for his men and him, for what reason, that was still unclear.
“I just want to know if Admiral Ali Osman Pasha survived?” He asks a second time his voice cracking near the end. Sadik wasn’t worried about getting home, he could barely sit up straight for this long and so several months on another ship would have to wait until he was able to sit without assistance.
The tea poured for him goes ignored. Even the details of the simple room escaped the large Turk. He can’t look up. If he looks up, he’ll break and he can’t have Kiku seeing him like that….he can’t have anyone seeing him like that and so his gaze remains fixed on the Kotatsu. Sadik has to swallow a few times to keep himself together as he waits for the answer he knows to expect because things had stopped going his way since the death of Sultan Suleiman which inadvertently predicted his nearing demise, he’d become the one thing he had tried to avoid, he was becaming another Rome. And that thought, ironically enough, killed him inside.
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Post by Japan on Jan 9, 2013 18:33:14 GMT -5
Japan eventually moves from his spot opposite the Turk out of worry, cautiously eyeing his swaying. He didn’t look well at all, and the sight was rather unsettling. Japan’s impression of the country so far was anything but what he was faced with now.
The vibrant and engaging, if somewhat suggestive man who was bursting with confidence seemed vulnerable. The man didn’t carry vulnerability very well.
He adjusts his Yukata as he sits beside the turk to maintain modesty, hands straightening out the material and tucking the excess beneath his knees before he’s urging the Turk to finish his drink. His hands work on opening Sadiq’s Yukata, allowing him to cool down from the high temperature.
Perhaps a meal would be beneficial and help him regain strength… He would send for a meal once their conversation was over.
The question makes him wince, the expression rather slight and if you weren’t looking for it you would have missed it. He busies himself with soaking the clothe, dabbing the Turks brow with the damp cloth as he thinks of a way to break the news.
He knew far too well how it was to lose someone close to you. Especially when you were least expecting it. Which is why he feels a tug to his heart when Turkey questions him again, sighing softly as his shoulders sink in resignation.
‘He did not make it… I apologise. We spent some time looking for remaining men and were unsuccessful.’ He must admit that it was moments like this that his technological backwardness frustrated him most. He could have been faster or perhaps searched more efficiently if he were just a bit faster with his advancement. If that were the case he wouldn't be apologising to his new friend for causing him such grief.
He reaches for his tea, holding the cup in his lap, not able to bring himself to drink the beverage. He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to stomach it. The Turk’s disposition at the moment was easily transferring to Kiku, the resolution in avoiding his gaze and the slight tremble in the man’s form and mood not missing Kiku.
The idea of leaving to allow him to mourn in peace briefly flits through his mind, although the raged breathing and weak form easily quash that idea. The solidarity he feels with the Turk is perhaps unmatched in that moment, identifying the man as someone who is also suffering due to Europe. He hadn’t quite realised the extent of the damage however and that only makes his compassion for the man stronger.
He would be sure to make this second stay as painless for the Turk as he could.
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Post by Turkey on Jan 13, 2013 5:23:25 GMT -5
It was the long silence that confirmed his own fears. And it was also this silence that allowed him enough time to brace himself for the Japanese man’s next words.
‘He did not make it…’
Everything after those five words went unheard as if his brain shut off to keep the emotional turmoil in that had come with the vocalization of his fears.
‘He did not make it…’
The Admiral’s face flashes across his mind. It had been so easy with the man…the casual chats, the coffee and especially the reassurances that the future wouldn’t be so bleak for Sadik. Regardless of the pains and bouts of insanity that seemed to come over him due to his government’s constant failing. The disorganization…the chaos that came with another western power coming in to ‘aid’ but really making off with a piece of his sanity. Chipping it away, bit by bit until all that would be left is nothing and Sadik would be equally so.
‘He did not make it…’
You did not make it…
It was true the part of him that was strong, reassured and most times brash seemed to have sunk to the bottom of the ocean, forgotten. At this instance he was everything he wasn’t and he hated it. He hated that Kiku was here with him right now, aware of the existence of his emotions, or rather, the emotions he pretended he didn’t have. He hated that through his hard exterior, he cared a little too much. And the thing he hated the most was how pathetic he was acting when Sadik knew that Admiral Ali Osman Pasha would just scoff at him and tell him to pick himself up.
His eyes had stung at the news. He could feel the moisture build in them as he swallowed hard with a shaky nod. Sadik’s hand slips from the Kotatsu and falls to his side as he straightens himself as best as he can under his current physical conditions.
“I see.” Sadik manages to get out without betraying his true emotions. His gaze is still locked on the Kotatsu as he takes slight comfort in Kiku’s form beside him. There’s a few seconds of silence before he finally manages to look at his host, eyes a little red from the news, the frail state he has woken too and the strain he’s having in just remaining upright.
For a second, Sadik is sure he’s about to lose his composure but he manages to keep it in with a deep inhale that is unfortunately accompanied by a few hitches. His shaky hand slowly runs down his face as he tries to find the right words to express any of the emotions that are raging through him.
“I-i…”
What did he want to say?! What could he say?!
“I owe you…”
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Post by Japan on Jan 13, 2013 8:03:09 GMT -5
Kiku reaches into his Kimono sash to provide a handkerchief upon seeing the red eyes, mouth set in a straight line. He had once been accustomed to showing his emotions, but hundreds of years under Shogunate rule had taught him the benefits of restraint.
Excessive actions did nothing for anyone, or so he had been told.
What he does need to say however is, ‘You do not owe me anything. It is the least I could do for you in your hour of need.’ Kiku still carried the guilt from not stopping him, and from not being able to properly rescue his men. He had relied on a German ship for the majority of the men.
He is not accustomed to seeing anyone so broken in front of him, least of all the headstrong Turk. It is at moments like this that he wishes he was a skilled entertainer with more experience beyond his own culture and people.
He shifts where he is seated, eyes locked on the other’s. It is the least he can do. Look the man he had wronged straight on and carry the burden of his crimes on his shoulders.
‘There is…’ He pauses, trying the words in his mind before he lets them spill forth from his tongue. ‘There is something I neglected to tell you on your day of departure,’ he starts, struggling to hold the Turk’s gaze.
He takes a deep breath, ‘There is such a thing as auspicious days in Chinese culture, something that my court adopted whole heartedly when I was a child. It is not suited to the modernisation movement of today but… the turn of fate for that day is meant to determine when you depart and in what direction you can travel. The direction is too great an inconvenience today, and lacks connection to sea travel, but the day you left was not an auspicious day to travel.’
He has to pause, more out of embarrassment than anything else. That is probably the most he has spoken during the Turk’s visit.
He shifts back far enough to allow a low bow of apology, forehead pressed against the Tatami and hands flat against the floor. ‘I should have informed you of such circumstances before you left but… I was afraid of ridicule and being caste as superstitious.’
He could only ask for the man’s forgiveness. Kiku did not know how much the storm had taken from the man, but from his reaction it was something dear and pertinent to his character and well-being.
‘I am in your debt, and will do all I can to be of assistance in your stay here and for your safe return home.’ He continues, eyes shut and head still down. He would not rise until he was invited to, if he was at all.
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Post by Turkey on Jan 14, 2013 15:35:17 GMT -5
There was a story that was once told to him about the rich man and the poor man. The rich man had been allowed many opportunities due to his wealth. He received a good education, a fairly easy lifestyle on top of being given anything a man could ever want. The poor man, however, was not so fortunate and his life was harsh in nature and the little knowledge he was given he absorbed like a sponge whether the information was factual or was factual of a different nature.
One evening both the rich man and the poor man became stranded in a freak storm. It was just the two of them and their survival depended on not only their cooperation but the things they had learned in life. Now, the poor man had been told stories filled with superstitions concerning the outdoors. Obviously, none of the stories held any truth to them besides the lesson to preserve one’s own life. On the other hand, the rich man knew exactly what was out in the wilderness because it had been taught to him in his schooling and so he held no fear for the outdoors, assuming he knew everything there was to know about what was out there.
Out of boredom, the poor man recounted his childhood stories that he still lived firmly by today. And, the rich man being the rich man ridiculed him for such beliefs. And it so happened that when they went out briefly to fetch something from the woods. It was the poor man, who trusted the stories told to him that avoided an unfortunate encounter with the pack of wolves that hunt in the area. It was also a reminder that regardless of what another may say, a person should stick with the knowledge that brought them that far in life while also being open to other ideas.
Sadik couldn’t help the frown that etched into his expression as his gaze fell upon the bowing man. He knew exactly how it felt to be thought lower than another because of ‘superstition’. He shifted a little as he placed both his hands on the shorter male’s shoulders, squeezing them lightly almost as a way of telling him that it was okay.
“Don’t blame yourself…” He finally speaks up. Sadik was feeling a lot more level headed…maybe it had a lot to do with the fact that this was the first time he’d seen Kiku so engaged, emotional even. “Unfortunately we’ve both been made to doubt knowledge we’ve relied on for much longer than the existence of certain individuals.”
“But don’t think you have to apologize to me.” Sadik continues. “Ever.” He falls into silence for a few seconds before giving the Japanese nation a small smile, one that looked awkward with his still red eyes and sickly completion. “I’ll get the Westerners to apologize for fucking us both over and making us feel like shit.” That last part was mostly for him because he had heard that Japan was doing very well under the tutelage of the Western Europeans but at the same time they would never view Japan as an equal…at least not in this century. “Now get up. And I know this is some cultural thing of yours but don’t bow when your with me. It makes me feel weird and I’d much rather look at your face than at the top of your head, alright?”
With that, he releases his hold on Japan’s shoulders and slowly eases himself down so he’s lying back down. He didn’t have any more energy to sit. It was sad but he felt completely worn and exhausted and he hadn’t even done anything that merited such a feeling. It would be a bit longer before he would recuperate fully but he’d enjoy Kiku’s company the entire time, he’s decided.
(( So I hope this doesn't seem like a complete shift in emotional state...if so, let me know and I will make adjustments. But here it is! >D Finally. ))
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Post by Japan on Jan 17, 2013 13:51:56 GMT -5
Japan tenses when he feels the hands on his shoulders, fingers twitching against the Tatami mat. The thought that from this position, the other nation could easily break his neck, makes his blood turn cold. He holds his breath, fearful of the Turk's next actions. He breaths out with the first words however, shoulders relaxing under the man’s hold. He should have known not to doubt the man. He had only shown him kindness from the start, after all. Having met the Turk he struggled to believe the next words that tumbled from Sadik's lips. He was at a loss as to why or how he would ever doubt himself. He appeared for all purposes a self-assured man, comfortable in his own skin and culture. Something that Japan cannot be. He does not see the smile, forehead still pressed against the floor as he takes in the Turk’s words. He cannot quite trust himself to keep a straight face, feeling a weight he had been carrying for far too long ease the strain on his shoulders, despite the hands rested there. The threat meanwhile causes him to smile, a small rather contained smile. He would rather like to see the day where they apologised, although he would not hold his breath for it. He hesitates to get up at the permission, collecting himself before he allows himself the luxury of sitting normally again. His cheeks are stained red from the physical contact as he fixes his clothes. He affords the Turk a small smile. The first he had probably directed to the Turk since they had met. ‘I will keep in mind that you do not appreciate bowing,’ he notes, mirth to his voice. ‘Was the rest of my apology to your liking however?’ he asks, the question a light tease in nature. He was more than happy to adapt to the change in mood. A happy patient was a patient that would heal faster, or so the old wives tales told. He fixes the pillow and blankets for the Turk, efficiently tucking him in tightly. ‘Would it be appropriate to ask for dinner now, or would you rather wait?’ he asks, shuffling back when he’s done fussing over the Turk so as to give the man some room.
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Post by Turkey on Jan 20, 2013 12:25:55 GMT -5
Oh, Sadik certainly gave off the impression that he was really confidant but just like the mask on his face, that was also a type of façade. One that has kept him afloat for much longer than the existence of several nations he could name off the top of his head. It was what came with decline though. That uncertainty if you’d see the next day because you were aware that any day could really be your last because of the chaos that seemed to have erupted after the death of Sultan Suleiman.
The ones who have succeeded him were all useless. None of them knowing quite what to do to re-organize or keep the empire from capsizing much like his ship had upon hitting Oshima Island reefs. It had also been that fear that had brought him to Japan. A moments reprieve from watching your empire crumble before your eyes. It had been a good vacation but now there was so much on his mind it was almost like being locked away in an asylum.
Sadik’s gaze remains fixed on Kiku as he notes the small flush, one side of his lip quirked up at that, and then the other side soon following when his Japanese companion actually smiles at him. This had been the first time he had gotten such a reaction from the smaller male. It seemed like the day was full of surprises, most of them unpleasant and painful but encompassed in that melancholy, happiness still managed to shove its way in.
The smile that had appeared on his features quickly disappeared into a slight frown. “I would have rathered you didn’t apologize for something that was out of your control.” He replies, his voice still quite ragged from the storm and just waking up but also taking on a hint of amusement at the teasing he had heard from the smaller nation. This was an interesting twist and one that was certainly picking him back up from such depression.
He didn’t really protest or seemed too bothered by the fact that Kiku was essentially tucking him in, finding it almost endearing if anything. He would probably find himself sleeping soon. This short time awake really took a lot out of him. Although, the question on food was a good one, valid really, because he could feel his stomach eat away at itself but he wasn’t sure that he’d still be awake when Kiku returned.
“I feel like the time it takes to make the food, I’ll be long gone from consciousness.” He replies honestly. “But, food will be important soon.”
Sadik wasn’t sure if he properly answered that but if Kiku did want to bring food he hoped that the smaller male would just wake him up.
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Post by Japan on Jan 25, 2013 16:57:25 GMT -5
Kiku only turns redder when he notices the smile, most likely at his expense. He had perhaps been a bit too expressive in front of the Turk. The roughness of his voice however becomes of more concern, eyebrows knitting lightly.
‘I will keep note of your displeasure and try to refrain from apologising for unfortunate but uncontrollable circumstances in the future… should I prepare a drink for before you go to sleep instead of food, then?’
He is already moving to rise before the Turk has an answer. He lifts himself a fraction, balls of his feet tucking under himself and torso remaining straight as he uses the little leverage he has to smoothly stand. His hands tuck the Kimono in underneath him so as to keep his dignity.
It is something that comes with practice and speaks of the court life he once led – where elegance was everything.
He would probably have something substantial, but simple for the Turk prepared. More than likely rice porridge, since that was rarely disagreeable with any illness. That could be prepared now and reheated later if he did indeed fall asleep before he arrives.
He does not manage to stop himself from bowing as he implores the man to wait a mere few moments. He had some serving staff on hand to fetch things such as this. He walks to the screen doors, kneeling himself before them before he opens them from the bottom. Only when this is done does he once again stand to go through. He kneels again to shut it, head down as the door closes.
Once the door is shut he heads towards the kitchen at a quick pace to procure a jug of water and requests that Rice Porridge be made for their guest.
When he returns with the tray he goes through the whole ceremony of opening the door once more, the actions only complicated by the inclusion of a tray. He soon makes his way over, placing the Tray within arm’s reach of the Turk in case he woke up parched.
‘I apologise for keeping you waiting and hold you from sleep,’ he softly apologises, quick to pour Sadiq a glass of the cool liquid. He holds it out, unsure whether the Turk would need assistance or not. ‘I think it is better to keep hydrated in your circumstances however.’
I thought you might like to know that upon standing the Kimono tends to strain, thus somewhat showing off a person's bottom due to them holding onto the fabric under the knee. So Turkey should be able to get a good view of Japan's bottom when he first opens the door and then when he shuts it again. xD;;;
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Post by Turkey on Mar 1, 2013 10:59:58 GMT -5
If Sadik could have laughed about the way Kiku had phrased his displeasure concerning uncontrollable circumstances, he would have, most definitely. But, as it was, the most he managed to produce was a half chuckle. His gaze fixed on the smaller male as he got up and headed towards the door.
“Yeah, a drink wouldn’t be too bad.” Sadik answers vaguely, his gaze shifting to the ceiling. It was so different from the ceilings he was accustomed too. It was simple in design and flat for the most part unlike the ones back home in his empire. His ceilings were all domed, high and giving off the impression that they could possibly reach the skies. Of course, not all of his ceilings were like that but the halls he frequented the most were open in nature to feel a mix of welcome but also intimidation because of its impressiveness. But, now upon closer inspection, and having a better impression of the small Japanese man, the ceiling he was looking at now had become just as comforting if not more.
He slowly closed his eyes as he lay under the warmth of the Kotatsu which he honestly loved the simple concept of the blanketed heating table. It wasn’t something he had ever seen but would certainly make a beautiful addition to his room if he could convince Kiku to give him the design.
Istanbul was warm in comparison to many capitals except that in reality it wasn't uncommon for it to reach below zero temperatures. The palace were he had resided for around 400 years, no longer now, had not been the worse heated resident in the empire but there were certain areas that were impossible to go through if one were to get cold easily. Luckily his layered clothes had been more than enough to ward off the chill of winter.
Now, he had been given a small estate near the Bosphorus that he would love to show Kiku if the man ever did come visit him. It was all this thinking that had slowly pushed him into the realm of unconsciousness; warm and safe. The only place, as long as it was cooperating, that he didn’t have to deal with the shit brought upon him by people he could scarcely call his allies.
It wasn’t until he heard the door slide open that he stirred from his light slumber. His eyes blinking open as he slowly turns his head to gaze at Kiku blearily at first before his surroundings began to focus and he caught sight of the smaller male’s struggle to keep his poise as he juggled the tray through the proper steps in entering the room. It was actually a little amusing to watch but also reminded him of his own process when entering to speak with the sultan.
Sadik pushed himself back up until he was sitting, the blankets of the kotatsu shifting until they pooled around his waist as he took the glass of cool liquid with slightly steadier hands. He sips at it slowly before taking longer gulps of the liquid. “What smells good?” He asks getting a good waft of the aroma coming from the rice porridge. It smelt heavenly probably due to the fact that he wasn’t even sure the last time he ate but probably the few hours before he left mainland Japan.
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(( Oh man, I'm sorry for the long wait. But here it is! Finally. Pff. Anyway, let me know what you think. If you want me to add anything I can, if I royally F-ed something up, I can also fix it. I apologize again for such a long wait. D: ))
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Post by Japan on May 29, 2013 17:27:59 GMT -5
Kiku looks somewhat relieved when Sadiq takes the drink with steadier hands, his own settling on his lap as he waits seated by his side. He watches the other drink, trying to be attentive to the other’s needs.
His eyes briefly fall to the expanse of chest now on display, briefly worrying about Sadiq catching a chill before he realises just where he is looking. Hs gaze shifts again, noting that he should probably prepare new sheets and restock the Kotatsu when Sadiq next wakes up.
The question catches him by surprise and his head turns to the side, nose twitching as sniffs the air. He wasn’t quite aware the man was talking about the rice porridge and was genuinely trying to decipher the scent for the man. His eyebrows knit as he turns back to the man.
‘I apologise but I can’t seem to smell anything but the rice porridge… is that what you mean?’ He tilts his head, looking somewhat troubled. He was not aware that he had already amply answered the question, ‘If you feel up to something more substantial I could have something prepared?’
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You need not worry! ))