It is because I am so injured. [he smiles knowingly] It is the privilege of the wounded to feel their physical aches while others suffer their emotional scars.
[tsuru would be the same way, he's pretty sure. tired laughter, a comment on red looking beautiful upon a crane, the like. wounds upon these bodies don't actually mean much to the ones wearing them.
softly, after a moment:] .... I know not why you love me.
I never will. My heart should feel as familiar to your palm as your blade.
[ and like his blade, if he squeezes it too tightly in the wrong spot, it will draw blood.
he shifts, turning his head just enough to press a kiss to mikazuki's hand. to the callousness that line it, that no amount of careful maintenance can hide when you're a swordsman. ]
[ . . . it is a funny thing - to know the vulnerability and care inherent in giving your heart to another. to give that person a power over you - that they could unmake you with but an action or word.
it is funnier still, to know that sometimes that is still different than trusting someone with all of you.
perhaps their love is just a bit strange, that way.]
[ he leans in, pressing their lips together again and lingering in it.
there's still a lot he wants to ask. about what else happened on that trip, and how mikazuki is feeling about it. but he'll let this moment last a little longer first. ]
[yea jiji literally would've felt guilty only if he made tsuru curfew by himself in the hallway.
but he will let his right hand run through tsuru's hair once before his fingers follow the path down the side of his face, then to his chin]
... then stay with me.
[jiji doesn't really want to risk anyone else's safety when he doesn't trust himself, because he doesn't think they entirely know what he's capable of.
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[tsuru would be the same way, he's pretty sure. tired laughter, a comment on red looking beautiful upon a crane, the like. wounds upon these bodies don't actually mean much to the ones wearing them.
softly, after a moment:] .... I know not why you love me.
But I would like it, if you did not stop.
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[ and like his blade, if he squeezes it too tightly in the wrong spot, it will draw blood.
he shifts, turning his head just enough to press a kiss to mikazuki's hand. to the callousness that line it, that no amount of careful maintenance can hide when you're a swordsman. ]
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it is funnier still, to know that sometimes that is still different than trusting someone with all of you.
perhaps their love is just a bit strange, that way.]
I will handle it with care.
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[ he leans in, pressing their lips together again and lingering in it.
there's still a lot he wants to ask. about what else happened on that trip, and how mikazuki is feeling about it. but he'll let this moment last a little longer first. ]
Where are we staying tonight?
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.... I believe I will make myself available in the courtyard for a time, but I shall be spending the night in this room.
[normally he's happy to tag along wherever for curfew but when he's still feeling Off, he'll keep to himself]
So I suppose you shall also be spending the night in this room, if it is agreeable to you.
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[ even if mikazuki locked him out, tsuru would simply sleep outside his door out of stubbornness. ]
It'll be very hard to be rid of me.
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but he will let his right hand run through tsuru's hair once before his fingers follow the path down the side of his face, then to his chin]
... then stay with me.
[jiji doesn't really want to risk anyone else's safety when he doesn't trust himself, because he doesn't think they entirely know what he's capable of.
but he trusts tsuru does]
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The moment you start to feel like yourself again, you must go to get healed. I cannot risk you having this large of an injury indefinitely.
[ even the great mikazuki munechika can be slowed by something like this. ]
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but mikazuki will just laugh faintly at that.]
... I suppose then, if my crane decides that I 'must'....
[what else is left for him to do?]