The legacy observed —eyes as red and thirsty as an immortal creature of the night could be, lips almost parting as if he was going to reveal shiny, white fangs ready to sink and let the warmth of blood and skin and flesh wrapping them in a climax of bestial pleasure. He was attentive, cautious, as wary as a predator could be, no matter how high his place in the food chain was.
His brother, blood of his blood, kin of his kin —he was truly there in front of him, literally being the yin to his yang ; beautiful opposite of an anonymous, regular normality the heir of the Kamukuras actually so greedily and selfishly desired to grab with pantherlike claws, the barrier of an apathy apparently being too thick and too tall for him to climb or jump, the glass case keeping him away from the outside world being actually made with unbreakable diamonds.
Oh, if he was envying his brother right now —a glimpse, though, rationality returning as he simply pushed his black lashes down, batting over the crimson orbs —looking indeed so delicate, so easy to shatter, hands collected over the surface of the table, almost as if he was praying some sort of demoted god in order to attain that only grace he desired.
« I apologize. I am… not exactly the most talkative of people. »
Words rolled out of his pale lips —syllables sugarcoated by a voice deep and yet almost untouchable, like the most precious of velvets adorning rare curtains and cushions. Izuru himself moved a little in a sort of welcoming gesture ( a bow, perhaps ? ), the tall figure resulting even thinner and fragile because of his pallor, because of the beautiful mass of well-cared hair crowning him like a soft frame of black roses.
How to explain the jumble, weak and yet able to shake him —how to explain the e m o t i o n when he was born and trained to suppress such a thing?
« I can understand the situation may be quite awkward. After all, it’s the very first time we met… despite the blood linking my neck to yours, brother. »
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