❝Satstuki-Sama - you have to be more CAREFUL &&. think about yourself more❞ usual stern expression was changed to a more CONCERNED one. Junketsu was off her and yet ... Shiro knew of the consequences and he knew that she could not feel WELL. ❝you have to listen to me with this, don't OVERDO it and rest, even if it's just for a few minutes. We need you with all your strength❞
– – ✦ Rest. Such a foreign concept; disconcerting, mayhaps even surreal. Why would superior mind demand that much? Animus constantly pondering; restless, restless forevermore. Plans were build & strategies annexed. Willpower further honed & strenghened for one reason only. – to endure. Ah yes, thoughts always pivoting, mind always calculating. Body’s urges oft overlooked. A tool did never complain; it did as told, it walked on aching feet, it heaved heavy limbs & fulfilled its PURPOSE. A simple concept; one flesh & bones ought to know by now.
Subordinates too, or so WARRIOR assumed.
Had prior faltering physique exposed too much? A mere slip of shivering feet, weak weight dragging the drained body down. Knee tingled still; how quaint. It was nonetheless HIS well-being that appeared more important; perhaps the one most trusted in matters regarding the body. One to tend this wounds, one to be BURDENED by flesh’s failures. Iori was forced to BEAR the sight of proud leader collapsing. Indeed, she demanded far too much of the other. Breath left flaring nostrils in a drawn exhale, fingertips tapping against held cup once, twice … – slowly, absentmindely whilst fatigue took its toil.
With back pressed against picked settle & lids fluttered shut, seamster would not be able to see the furrowing of lioness’ brow, the creasing of Kiryuin’s forehead. He would not notice that two hands forcibly clutched Victorian porcelain, that jaw muscles tensed when teeth ground to suppress the clamor of drained body. – mind did not bother to listen to its want for REST. Ah yes, one hardly registered it anymore. Yet in moments as fragile, as fleeting as these … when heartbeat crushed against its aching cage, when tremble crawled up toned limbs again & again leaving goosebumps on seething skin & cold shiver in languid, thinned out blood. – phantom pain surged through WARRIOR’s bones when tea cup met platter with a soft ‘clack’, another exhale following to steel yielding frame with a single, focused motion. Indeed … Iori knew of body’s history; of bruises, of scars, of marks & of cuts. Of every fractured bone, of every weeping wound. After all, he CURED them when mother did not bother to hide her atrocities. – & yet he only knew the FLESH. Not the animus that STITCHED / HELD maltreated lump together everytime. Not the psyche oh so unyielding, the one that grabbed aching stitches’ loose ends & knotted them together over & over to prevent dawning BREAKDOWN.
Perhaps the body had borders which SEAMSTER knew …. but the mind, the mind, HER MIND knew nothing of the sort. Not ‘til WARRIOR’s work was done.
“Thank you for your services, Iori.”
Tone sharp, too sharp. Again, Kiryuin merely IGNORED words of concern. Soft fabric of worn bath robe felt almost LIGHT when brushing against tattered membrane, when dragging softness over burning limbs; the only piece of cloth lioness could bear when kamui had been NAILED TO THE WALL. When seamster yanked it off this torso; when scolding water did nothing to cure the itch. – Bare feet unwillingly caring WARRIOR through office & towards private bed-chambers ; she did not look at him, did not permit a single glance to wander. Selflessness. Worry. Empathy. – FLAWED CONCEPTS even here midst those blackened heart had once deemed worthy. No; the path lioness wandered was not one meant to be pursued in company.
HE ONLY KNEW THE TOOL, the flesh. Not her, never her. – take care of that, dear lion heart. Those you cherish? They are PAWNS (like you); be aware, dear lionheart. Be aware.
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