* MIKA .
wind dies with words , fingers locked through the hilt , cold metal burns against fingertips and bites at winter residing in his bones . eyes to slit , fierce tear of response forms at his gaze , spite at the base of tongue , fire spat stronger than the sparks that destroyed his tales and set his humanity ablaze . ❛ just because yuu - chan considers you family , doesn’t mean i won’t kill you . you’re only going to hurt him more . ❜
UNFAZED . hear the sound of medals and aiguillettes shifting as he LEANS : penitent smile oh SO FAR from dismas , some inglorious marvel designed to truly STAIN those lips wry with every small measure they drew upward . intentional . ingenuine . a stolen archaic thing . ‘ hurt him ? i think you’re forgetting who SAVED HIM . . . get off your high horse . besides , ‘ tone light and therein PATRONISING –––––– breath in the shape of a viciously dry laugh , ‘ have you even looked in the MIRROR recently ? ‘
