I have posed the question if others might think me a blushing maiden, if they believe that I would enjoy flowers so much. Even then, I cannot deny their beauty...
[though he'll at least pause and then reach out for the gardenia - pure white and beautiful - and raise it up in the space between himself and tsurumaru]
Though I do not know if these sentiments belong to me.
he stares at the flower, before reaching over to take hold of it. tsuru doesn't pull it from mikazuki's grasp, instead letting his fingers settle over his. ]
For most of our existence, we were made of but steel and gold. [the two of them in particular, given how embellished their swords are] Whether for prestige or for battle, our purpose was to be used and adorned.
[it's especially true of the mikazuki munechika who was passed down through generations of samurai, though not to be on the battlefield, and instead held as a treasure. the tsurumaru kuninaga whose beauty was so revered that he often found himself taken....]
Yet now, we possess our own wills.
[and mikazuki will take their joined hands to guide the flower to rest behind tsurumaru's ear
then, almost as a non sequitur, like he's not going to bother to complete his earlier thought:]
[ his face feels hot, for some reason, and he really isn't sure why.
it's funny, that they're having this conversation. it's like they really are playing at being human, that they're borrowing traits and words that don't belong to them and don't quite fit right. like you're trying to fit a blade into a sheathe that's a little too big for it.
he stands. it feels dreamlike, in a way, how gracefully he's back on his feet and next to mikazuki. his hand goes to brush aside the bangs on mikazuki's forehead, his touch gentle. ]
I wonder if this is my will then...?
[ he leans forward, and there's hesitation. tsurumaru doesn't know what he's doing, only going by memories of what he's seen as a sword, and some badly written prose in a book that's been left abandoned on the table. but he then closes the distance and presses his lips against mikazuki's. ]
it's a little strange, mikazuki thinks, considering that it's a gesture he'd observed his masters extend before. he knows that this is how humans will extend their affection to one another, often wanted to try it himself if only to see, but now that he's here - he only pauses. his eyes remain open for a second, surprised, and his lips curl into a gently amused smile even despite everything.
what a truly needy child.
but then it's still imitation when mikazuki's eyes close and ever so gently, he presses back against tsurumaru's lips.
honestly, tsuru is just beaming. it feels like he unlocked something new and forbidden, even if it's something he doesn't quite understand fully beyond the fact that he wanted to do it.
so he did.
the hand that brushed away mikazuki's hair now moves to cup his cheek instead. ]
but it's only gently teasing and mikazuki's hand will move to tsurumaru's face, hand moving gently around his chin even as his thumb presses lightly against tsurumaru's bottom lip. he watches, thinking about how just moments ago that mouth was pressed against his own.
humans are so very odd, but he likes tsurumaru's face in the shape of a smile the most.
his gaze flickers back up to meet tsurumaru's eyes, pulled away from his lips]
I believe you are already making progress through the lessons on affection far faster than I.
[that's at least something that swords are capable of understanding - to know how to use their new bodies in battle as if it was as simple as walking.
mikazuki's hand will stray from tsurumaru's face only to gently brush against the petals of the flower tucked against his ear, and then curl neatly the hair at the nape of his neck
What did you say earlier? Something about old men still being able to learn?
[ he knows exactly what mikazuki had said, but he'll just give a nonchalant shrug
and then look at him. it's still strange, seeing his face again after talking to a hood for weeks. even after tsurumaru figured out that it was him, just picturing him wasn't the same. ]
to feel desire, to feel as if there was something just within his grasp and now he is able to take it. there are a number of things that mikazuki wants at any given moment. peace, a restful day, and a cup of tea are often high on his list of priorities. however in this moment...
when faced with a decision, there is a knowledge that settles neatly on his awareness, like a flower petal floating above the water.
he wants to kiss tsurumaru again.
even if he cannot place why, or when the feeling might've come from - he still wants.
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it's terribly how endeared mikazuki feels over just watching tsurumaru versus this shell]
I cannot say. Perhaps it is the spirit of the shell sharing the sounds of its home?
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he looks at the shell and
shakes it more gently ]
I see... that makes sense.
[ no ]
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Have you been able to learn anything here?
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[ he'll bring mikazuki a cup of tea before sitting down. ]
I can make jello shots now.
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Jello...?
[there's a tilt of his head but he'll also nod in appreciation once tsuru brings the tea over]
Oh - the sweet substance that Hisoka brought to the banquet?
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[ he sits down after, and
picks the book back up. it was probably better when they were touching because he's going to be skimming this as he talks. ]
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[he didn't get drizzy is what he's saying
but he's happy to enjoy tsuru's tea while the other is reading apparently]
Find anything to hold your attention?
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[ it's said in monotone
he looks up at mikazuki ]
Who gave this to you?
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but he'll raise one finger up to his lips and smile]
I'm afraid it is a secret between they and I.
Would you like me to get you a copy?
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[ he says, while reading it
more accurately, he probably wouldn't read the whole thing. he'd get bored at some point. ]
It really is fascinating though... humans know how to get creative.
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[humans are perverts send tweet]
With the bodies they are given, they are so eager to make both love and war.
[this sounds so elegant but he's really just saying they're horny and violent]
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[ he's kinkshaming ]
To think, one of the great swords would be introduced to this... it's pretty funny. Tell whoever gave this to you thanks for me.
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[jiji gets to learn about dokis]
Though I do not know yet if it has been of much use to me.
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You're surrounded by so many people who are sending you flowers, Mikazuki. Maybe something will come from it?
[ it's a joke
but also not, at the same time. ]
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[though he'll at least pause and then reach out for the gardenia - pure white and beautiful - and raise it up in the space between himself and tsurumaru]
Though I do not know if these sentiments belong to me.
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he stares at the flower, before reaching over to take hold of it. tsuru doesn't pull it from mikazuki's grasp, instead letting his fingers settle over his. ]
Why not?
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[it's especially true of the mikazuki munechika who was passed down through generations of samurai, though not to be on the battlefield, and instead held as a treasure. the tsurumaru kuninaga whose beauty was so revered that he often found himself taken....]
Yet now, we possess our own wills.
[and mikazuki will take their joined hands to guide the flower to rest behind tsurumaru's ear
then, almost as a non sequitur, like he's not going to bother to complete his earlier thought:]
It suits you.
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it's funny, that they're having this conversation. it's like they really are playing at being human, that they're borrowing traits and words that don't belong to them and don't quite fit right. like you're trying to fit a blade into a sheathe that's a little too big for it.
he stands. it feels dreamlike, in a way, how gracefully he's back on his feet and next to mikazuki. his hand goes to brush aside the bangs on mikazuki's forehead, his touch gentle. ]
I wonder if this is my will then...?
[ he leans forward, and there's hesitation. tsurumaru doesn't know what he's doing, only going by memories of what he's seen as a sword, and some badly written prose in a book that's been left abandoned on the table. but he then closes the distance and presses his lips against mikazuki's. ]
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it's a little strange, mikazuki thinks, considering that it's a gesture he'd observed his masters extend before. he knows that this is how humans will extend their affection to one another, often wanted to try it himself if only to see, but now that he's here - he only pauses. his eyes remain open for a second, surprised, and his lips curl into a gently amused smile even despite everything.
what a truly needy child.
but then it's still imitation when mikazuki's eyes close and ever so gently, he presses back against tsurumaru's lips.
though when he pulls back, it's with a laugh]
.... what a surprise.
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[ he sounds too glad about that.
honestly, tsuru is just beaming. it feels like he unlocked something new and forbidden, even if it's something he doesn't quite understand fully beyond the fact that he wanted to do it.
so he did.
the hand that brushed away mikazuki's hair now moves to cup his cheek instead. ]
Your lips are soft.
[ of course they would be. he's mikazuki. ]
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[why do they touch so much.
but it's only gently teasing and mikazuki's hand will move to tsurumaru's face, hand moving gently around his chin even as his thumb presses lightly against tsurumaru's bottom lip. he watches, thinking about how just moments ago that mouth was pressed against his own.
humans are so very odd, but he likes tsurumaru's face in the shape of a smile the most.
his gaze flickers back up to meet tsurumaru's eyes, pulled away from his lips]
I believe you are already making progress through the lessons on affection far faster than I.
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[ if he has an idea he'll usually just go for it, even if it might end badly. a lot of the time it does, actually, but... maybe not this time. ]
If you learn something you should put it into practice before you forget, Lune-chan.
[ tsuru is definitely enjoying this too much. it's bad. ]
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[that's at least something that swords are capable of understanding - to know how to use their new bodies in battle as if it was as simple as walking.
mikazuki's hand will stray from tsurumaru's face only to gently brush against the petals of the flower tucked against his ear, and then curl neatly the hair at the nape of his neck
he leans in again]
Then might I try again?
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[ he knows exactly what mikazuki had said, but he'll just give a nonchalant shrug
and then look at him. it's still strange, seeing his face again after talking to a hood for weeks. even after tsurumaru figured out that it was him, just picturing him wasn't the same. ]
You may. If you want.
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to feel desire, to feel as if there was something just within his grasp and now he is able to take it. there are a number of things that mikazuki wants at any given moment. peace, a restful day, and a cup of tea are often high on his list of priorities. however in this moment...
when faced with a decision, there is a knowledge that settles neatly on his awareness, like a flower petal floating above the water.
he wants to kiss tsurumaru again.
even if he cannot place why, or when the feeling might've come from - he still wants.
so he does.]
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