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.
because tsurumaru likes exciting things. the thought of being bored, of standing still, is a terrible one, so he seeks things that are new and surprising to fill in the dull moments. to stop those moments from ever happening in the first place.
a lot of people wouldn't call this kiss exciting. he still doesn't really have the hang of it yet, other than knowing that his mouth goes against mikazuki's, and that he has to angle it slightly so that it's comfortable instead of just their faces mushed together comically. but it's something extraordinary to him, that such a simple gesture can be something so confusing but also satisfying at the same time.
he wraps his arms around his neck, because it just feels like a thing he should do, something that's a little more natural for this position. ]
[swords don't know how to smooch and their best guess is from bad porn and observation.
... even so, there is something rather satisfying to the kiss, like puzzle pieces slotting into place. when tsurumaru's arms wrap around mikazuki's neck, he answers with a hand at tsurumaru's waist, curling around to the small of his back. it rests there, steady. even if he's not encouraging tsurumaru closer, he's not allowing him to move back either.
the gesture comes with a soft sigh, even if mikazuki can't place why it is that it feels as though a tightness around his heart has been eased.
eventually, he has to pull back, but his expression is still fond]
it'll be easier if he had a better understanding of what romance is. tsurumaru knows what love is, because he's seen it. the love between a citadel and its saniwa. the way a sword will carry love for their former masters with them to the point where it's almost too painful hold. the love of battle. the love of a relaxing day, surrounded by comrades and laughter.
but this is a specific version of that word, one that he that's bewildering and absurd but also incredibly enchanting. but that makes sense, because mikazuki is always enchanting.
he always has been. tsurumaru has always been looking at him. ]
We may be getting there. It's hard to say, I'm not an expert.
but mikazuki will still just offer a smile at that - because it's hard to say whether swords will ever truly understand love. not even to say that it's because they are weapons, for how many times in history had someone picked up a sword in order to defend what and who they love?
rather, because it is an odd feeling that they find it difficult to hold in their hands. to know what it means to care for another when they are just barely learning to care for themselves.
would knowing love be the bridge to cross to becoming truly human?
is that even possible for them when they are still not yet human at all?
mikazuki doesn't bother to say any of this aloud, only keeping his gaze on tsurumaru and wondering if he'll find the answers in his eyes.]
How odd. It has been some time since I have felt like a student.
[ it's said flatly, ignoring the fact that mikazuki honestly isn't that much older than tsurumaru is in comparison between other swords.
he should probably pull away, he thinks. because this is fun, and new, but he's also fully aware that he even attempted it because he died and doesn't really have much to do here; he's surrounded by children mourning their deaths, and he can only intrude on that so much.
there's the realization that mikazuki is still busy, and even if what he can do here is limited, his level of interaction isn't. tsuru is a little jealous, if he's honest. maybe he just wants to monopolize his time. ]
Although I wonder if you're actually a good student?
[who apparently reads all the porn that he's given? why is this the way that this game has turned out.
but there is a tilt of his head at that question, and he doesn't seem bothered at all that tsurumaru hasn't pulled away. as far as he's concerned, the crane is free to stay as long as he would like, and mikazuki will only have to depart when lune is called upon.
this is fine.]
Oh? Do you doubt my willingness to learn?
There is still much we do not know about humans, after all.
[what the fuck does that mean, tsuru. there's just going to be a repetition of the phrase even as mikazuki will lean his cheek into tsuru's touch automatically, and his own hand at the small of tsurumaru's back begins to apply pressure, pulling him closer]
As though we are practicing - the same way that we spar?
I'm afraid that even I am only capable of one task at a time.
[so they can't spare and kiss? but mikazuki will incline his head so that their foreheads rests against each other, their noises brush, and their lips are so very close to touching once again]
Can you? I certainly hope so. We have much to learn.
[but even then, it's not like mikazuki has much reason to hesitate? he'll tilt his head so that it's a bit easier to fit their mouths together, even if he's definitely still trying to figure out how to get it properly
but nonetheless, it's not an absolutely horrible kiss.
possibly because it's tsurumaru he's sharing it with, and he's finding that it's not so bad to share things -
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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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because tsurumaru likes exciting things. the thought of being bored, of standing still, is a terrible one, so he seeks things that are new and surprising to fill in the dull moments. to stop those moments from ever happening in the first place.
a lot of people wouldn't call this kiss exciting. he still doesn't really have the hang of it yet, other than knowing that his mouth goes against mikazuki's, and that he has to angle it slightly so that it's comfortable instead of just their faces mushed together comically. but it's something extraordinary to him, that such a simple gesture can be something so confusing but also satisfying at the same time.
he wraps his arms around his neck, because it just feels like a thing he should do, something that's a little more natural for this position. ]
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... even so, there is something rather satisfying to the kiss, like puzzle pieces slotting into place. when tsurumaru's arms wrap around mikazuki's neck, he answers with a hand at tsurumaru's waist, curling around to the small of his back. it rests there, steady. even if he's not encouraging tsurumaru closer, he's not allowing him to move back either.
the gesture comes with a soft sigh, even if mikazuki can't place why it is that it feels as though a tightness around his heart has been eased.
eventually, he has to pull back, but his expression is still fond]
... I wonder -
Do you think we yet count as 'romantic'?
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it'll be easier if he had a better understanding of what romance is. tsurumaru knows what love is, because he's seen it. the love between a citadel and its saniwa. the way a sword will carry love for their former masters with them to the point where it's almost too painful hold. the love of battle. the love of a relaxing day, surrounded by comrades and laughter.
but this is a specific version of that word, one that he that's bewildering and absurd but also incredibly enchanting. but that makes sense, because mikazuki is always enchanting.
he always has been. tsurumaru has always been looking at him. ]
We may be getting there. It's hard to say, I'm not an expert.
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[what does that even mean.
but mikazuki will still just offer a smile at that - because it's hard to say whether swords will ever truly understand love. not even to say that it's because they are weapons, for how many times in history had someone picked up a sword in order to defend what and who they love?
rather, because it is an odd feeling that they find it difficult to hold in their hands. to know what it means to care for another when they are just barely learning to care for themselves.
would knowing love be the bridge to cross to becoming truly human?
is that even possible for them when they are still not yet human at all?
mikazuki doesn't bother to say any of this aloud, only keeping his gaze on tsurumaru and wondering if he'll find the answers in his eyes.]
How odd. It has been some time since I have felt like a student.
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[ it's said flatly, ignoring the fact that mikazuki honestly isn't that much older than tsurumaru is in comparison between other swords.
he should probably pull away, he thinks. because this is fun, and new, but he's also fully aware that he even attempted it because he died and doesn't really have much to do here; he's surrounded by children mourning their deaths, and he can only intrude on that so much.
there's the realization that mikazuki is still busy, and even if what he can do here is limited, his level of interaction isn't. tsuru is a little jealous, if he's honest. maybe he just wants to monopolize his time. ]
Although I wonder if you're actually a good student?
[ he does not pull away. ]
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[who apparently reads all the porn that he's given? why is this the way that this game has turned out.
but there is a tilt of his head at that question, and he doesn't seem bothered at all that tsurumaru hasn't pulled away. as far as he's concerned, the crane is free to stay as long as he would like, and mikazuki will only have to depart when lune is called upon.
this is fine.]
Oh? Do you doubt my willingness to learn?
There is still much we do not know about humans, after all.
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[ tsurumaru has no idea what "something else" might be since mikazuki is the one getting weird ass gifts.
but his hand finds its way back to mikazuki's cheek because he, apparently, cannot go too long without touching his face. ]
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[what the fuck does that mean, tsuru. there's just going to be a repetition of the phrase even as mikazuki will lean his cheek into tsuru's touch automatically, and his own hand at the small of tsurumaru's back begins to apply pressure, pulling him closer]
As though we are practicing - the same way that we spar?
[this is
the only way swords understand anything]
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well guess he's pressing closer to jiji then. i hate you. ]
Yes. Although you owe me that as well.
[ just saying ]
But it would be a shame if the great Mikazuki Munechika fell short in something like this.
[ :) ]
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[so they can't spare and kiss? but mikazuki will incline his head so that their foreheads rests against each other, their noises brush, and their lips are so very close to touching once again]
Would this be acceptable until then?
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[ a second passes. and then another.
he leans in to lightly brush his lips against mikazuki's, not quite a kiss. ]
I think I can handle this.
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[but even then, it's not like mikazuki has much reason to hesitate? he'll tilt his head so that it's a bit easier to fit their mouths together, even if he's definitely still trying to figure out how to get it properly
but nonetheless, it's not an absolutely horrible kiss.
possibly because it's tsurumaru he's sharing it with, and he's finding that it's not so bad to share things -
as long as it's tsurumaru]
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but for now it's simple, although after a moment he'll suddenly remember something he read for the novel. tsuru opens his mouth slightly and
admittedly isn't sure where to go after he does that ]
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mikazuki will pull back and already there is a laugh in his voice]
Do you desire a piece of candy?
[tsuru opening his mouth just makes him laugh, what
(jiji voice) would you care for a werther's original]
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[ he sounds so focused on this. ]
But you may also give me candy.
[ he won't say no to that offer.
but before mikazuki can actually potentially give him candy, tsuru will lean forward to try this again. ]
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