[thanks for the makeshift bandage grandson, it's still holding up strong.
but mikazuki seems to have given himself something of a small personal mission today. he walks out of the courtyard, carrying some flowers into his arms. where is he going.
In a language that only another weapon would understand, you ask your question in the form of strikes. What is on your mind? What burdens your heart? What is the source of your ache?
You feel it in the heaviness of his blows. You see it in the haze of his eyes. Iwatooshi was only manifested in this body recently - so recently - and the heaviness of his emotions overwhelms him. Worried over his partner, his dear Imanotsurugi he finds himself at war: the mission, or the happiness of the one he loves most?
If only things were so simple.
You can give him no answer - but you give him a place to air his thoughts. You are unsurprised by this confusion, this whirlwind inside of him.
This is what it means to be a weapon given a heart.
Even your own is constantly on the verge of breaking.
week 0, saturday
having a cup of tea
when he sees zuko wandering around he does beckon him over]
Would you care to have a cup of tea with this old man?
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week 0, post-trial
[ also if he sees jiji tries to drink tea with a stabbed cheek zuko is going to slap it!! out of his hand!!! just like he did to iroh ]
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week 0, post-execution
but mikazuki seems to have given himself something of a small personal mission today. he walks out of the courtyard, carrying some flowers into his arms. where is he going.
but he nods at zuko once he sees him - ]
Zuko. And how are you faring today?
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week 2, thursday!
Where are you going?! Slow down!
[ grandson is so concerny ]
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week 3, monday
[greeting! but also there's almost instantly stardust. memshare time.
”Clouds will gather before the moon, and the wind will disperse the flowers.”
You draw your blade.
In a language that only another weapon would understand, you ask your question in the form of strikes. What is on your mind? What burdens your heart? What is the source of your ache?
You feel it in the heaviness of his blows. You see it in the haze of his eyes. Iwatooshi was only manifested in this body recently - so recently - and the heaviness of his emotions overwhelms him. Worried over his partner, his dear Imanotsurugi he finds himself at war: the mission, or the happiness of the one he loves most?
If only things were so simple.
You can give him no answer - but you give him a place to air his thoughts. You are unsurprised by this confusion, this whirlwind inside of him.
This is what it means to be a weapon given a heart.
Even your own is constantly on the verge of breaking.
You’ve just had more time to learn to hide it. ]
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week 3, pre-curfew
he has two to-go cups!! what's inside, who knows]
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i'm still going to shoot you