Fortunately for you, I've never cared much for words alone. [And yet he loves poetry...] But I know the heart behind them well enough to believe in them.
[Even if he can be naive at times when it comes to the harsher realities of the world (less so these days, though that's a mixed blessing), Yukimura's conviction in his own feelings has always been strong and pure. Though it may be embarrassing to hear, Masamune can still listen to Yukimura speak of love and know he'll act on it without hesitation, for better or for worse.
He isn't someone who'd flee from his responsibilities and then have the gall to try to tell others how to care for the people and land that they love.
Masamune traces his fingertips along Yukimura's nape, from his hairline to the ridges at the base of his neck and back again.
And then he stands.
Because within this room (within practically every room) is a decorative display of blades, of which Masamune takes the smallest and regards the gilded sheath thoughtfully.]
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[Even if he can be naive at times when it comes to the harsher realities of the world (less so these days, though that's a mixed blessing), Yukimura's conviction in his own feelings has always been strong and pure. Though it may be embarrassing to hear, Masamune can still listen to Yukimura speak of love and know he'll act on it without hesitation, for better or for worse.
He isn't someone who'd flee from his responsibilities and then have the gall to try to tell others how to care for the people and land that they love.
Masamune traces his fingertips along Yukimura's nape, from his hairline to the ridges at the base of his neck and back again.
And then he stands.
Because within this room (within practically every room) is a decorative display of blades, of which Masamune takes the smallest and regards the gilded sheath thoughtfully.]