There really was no resisting those sparkling eyes, Tomonaga mused. That was a good part of why he'd ended up dunking his head in a bucket the day before. "Well then." He said, smiling. "I have just the thing." He shifted position, actually sitting the Unicorn way, with legs crossed beneath him, instead of kneeling. He leaned forward, towards Amaya, his hands resting on his knees as he began.
They did not remain there for long. Tomonaga didn't have much of an
On compared to many samurai, his handsome features naturally expressive. This was sometimes a hindrance to him. When telling a story, it was the opposite. Every part of Tomonaga was engaged in the storytelling, from the emotions showing on his face, to the emphatic gestures of his arms, to the tension sometimes visible in his shoulders and neck. If nothing else, he gave it his all.
The story was one, appropriately enough, of a pair of would-be lovers at a Winter Court. Or, as it was revealed eventually, two pairs of would-be lovers. The problem was, none of them knew the others' feelings. Affections were crossed, changed, and mixed. Obstacles were overcome, but new ones were created, often by the characters themselves. Kisses were stolen, tears were shed, fights had.
And in the end, somehow, everyone ended up with who they were supposed to.
Tomonaga finshed, panting a little from his exuberant method of telling stories. It was sometimes a little disjointed, as this was one Tomo was a little rusty on, but his enthusiasm for the form helped to make up for it.
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