Skilled as Date Masamune may be when it comes to swordplay, he doesn't win every match against Sanada Yukimura; his rival is equally talented with his spears, and it's a true struggle to determine the victor each and every time - if the outcome can even be determined at all. And that's just how Masamune likes it.
But the thing about putting everything you have into something is that one wrong move can lose it all, too. A slight misstep, a delayed reflex, even blinking at the wrong moment... one small mistake and now Masamune's flat on his back, the wind knocked out of him, pointed steel pressed right to his throat. Yukimura seems so far above him right now, looking down on him, looking down on his equal.
If he can even be called that, at this moment. This is exactly when Yukimura should take the kill, as he deserves for taking the Dragon down. But will he do it? The realization that he very well could die right here and now is... terrifying. A dread Masamune isn't actually familiar with. But if anyone gets to kill him, then who better than his beloved rival? This has always been their goal.
His pulse pounds deafening in his ear, and his wide and wild-eyed gaze fixes on Yukimura, a mix of fear and challenge both in his slitted pupil. Seconds stretch into eternity and the world beyond them fades to white. He forgets to breathem Do it, do it, kill him!!]
cw: rapeplay
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Skilled as Date Masamune may be when it comes to swordplay, he doesn't win every match against Sanada Yukimura; his rival is equally talented with his spears, and it's a true struggle to determine the victor each and every time - if the outcome can even be determined at all. And that's just how Masamune likes it.
But the thing about putting everything you have into something is that one wrong move can lose it all, too. A slight misstep, a delayed reflex, even blinking at the wrong moment... one small mistake and now Masamune's flat on his back, the wind knocked out of him, pointed steel pressed right to his throat. Yukimura seems so far above him right now, looking down on him, looking down on his equal.
If he can even be called that, at this moment. This is exactly when Yukimura should take the kill, as he deserves for taking the Dragon down. But will he do it? The realization that he very well could die right here and now is... terrifying. A dread Masamune isn't actually familiar with. But if anyone gets to kill him, then who better than his beloved rival? This has always been their goal.
His pulse pounds deafening in his ear, and his wide and wild-eyed gaze fixes on Yukimura, a mix of fear and challenge both in his slitted pupil. Seconds stretch into eternity and the world beyond them fades to white. He forgets to breathem Do it, do it, kill him!!]