[He takes the blade back just as delicately and reaches out to run his hand along Yukimura's thigh. Even relaxed like this, it feels sturdy and powerful. Thighs that could crush a man's skull. Thighs that could flip an entire horse.
Unmarred thighs waiting for Masamune to be the first to stake his claim, leave his presence right where any future lovers will see he's already been. Of course that's all just as appealing to a man like him as the romantic intent behind it.
He slices swiftly and effortlessly as if he were using one of his own claws, deep enough to last but avoiding major arteries; tis is not what he had in mind for the day they finally kill eachother.]
This proof of our passion'll last just as long as our bodies do, and tge memory even longer.
[He resheaths the knife and leans aside to set it as far as he can reach. Good enough. He doesn't want to get up again.]
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Unmarred thighs waiting for Masamune to be the first to stake his claim, leave his presence right where any future lovers will see he's already been. Of course that's all just as appealing to a man like him as the romantic intent behind it.
He slices swiftly and effortlessly as if he were using one of his own claws, deep enough to last but avoiding major arteries; tis is not what he had in mind for the day they finally kill eachother.]
This proof of our passion'll last just as long as our bodies do, and tge memory even longer.
[He resheaths the knife and leans aside to set it as far as he can reach. Good enough. He doesn't want to get up again.]