[When words don't do their passion justice, their bodies will speak for them. That is how it's always been with them. A man who is unwilling to shed blood for his beliefs is a liar anyway.
Masamune tilts his chin slightly in gratitude and appreciation, the softest of all smiles on his lips. Of course Yukimura understands.
He sits before Yukimura and draws one of his knees up, sliding his kimono up and aside in a purposefully sultry way. Of course. He slides his hand over the inside of his exposed thigh and the neat lines of pledges already made.
(Guess whose scars match most of them. Guess.)]
Then it's only right that you're the one to wound me.
[something something kizuna / kizu na wordplay god damn it
MORE IMPORTANTLY, he's holding the knife out with both hands, all nice and proper. Amazing.]
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Masamune tilts his chin slightly in gratitude and appreciation, the softest of all smiles on his lips. Of course Yukimura understands.
He sits before Yukimura and draws one of his knees up, sliding his kimono up and aside in a purposefully sultry way. Of course. He slides his hand over the inside of his exposed thigh and the neat lines of pledges already made.
(Guess whose scars match most of them. Guess.)]
Then it's only right that you're the one to wound me.
[something something kizuna / kizu na wordplay god damn it
MORE IMPORTANTLY, he's holding the knife out with both hands, all nice and proper. Amazing.]