[ The daemon brushes back an unruly lock, scarred palm swiping along temple and hairline. Déjà vu’s fingers caress his throat and ripple fine hairs along his nape as he watches dark strands settle against Getou’s shoulder. That effortless strength and unruffled skill is solid confirmation that his initial estimation had been well off the mark. The second assessment had not been right either.
A subconscious comparison. Rokurou’s killing intent spikes suddenly, ashcloud malevolence roiling with flurrying sediment throwing calm murk into frenzied malice. Laborious swallow, adam’s apple a slow roll before he exhales; the fluctuation snaps into blank nothing quickly with a yanked zipper tab. This is not the man he yearns to claw down with him—no matter how familiar that weight may be now that he’s gotten a better feel of it.
Two losses.
But who’s counting?
Lips stretch tightly over white teeth and pink gums. Head tilting, a single dark pinhead pupil needles onto Suguru’s face, carving its features and marking its differences for his own sake. Become too familiar and he may do something impulsive. ]
I’m a man of commitment. The loss is mine—I’m all yours for an hour.
[ Relaxed, he brushes off his kimono to shake off the wrinkles from his run. Being at the mercy of another’s whims is quite the comfortable fit. ]
no subject
[ The daemon brushes back an unruly lock, scarred palm swiping along temple and hairline. Déjà vu’s fingers caress his throat and ripple fine hairs along his nape as he watches dark strands settle against Getou’s shoulder. That effortless strength and unruffled skill is solid confirmation that his initial estimation had been well off the mark. The second assessment had not been right either.
A subconscious comparison. Rokurou’s killing intent spikes suddenly, ashcloud malevolence roiling with flurrying sediment throwing calm murk into frenzied malice. Laborious swallow, adam’s apple a slow roll before he exhales; the fluctuation snaps into blank nothing quickly with a yanked zipper tab. This is not the man he yearns to claw down with him—no matter how familiar that weight may be now that he’s gotten a better feel of it.
Two losses.
But who’s counting?
Lips stretch tightly over white teeth and pink gums. Head tilting, a single dark pinhead pupil needles onto Suguru’s face, carving its features and marking its differences for his own sake. Become too familiar and he may do something impulsive. ]
I’m a man of commitment. The loss is mine—I’m all yours for an hour.
[ Relaxed, he brushes off his kimono to shake off the wrinkles from his run. Being at the mercy of another’s whims is quite the comfortable fit. ]