musclar:
‘ haa. gettin’ that old already, seki? hey, tell me. am i gettin’ too heavy for those weak legs of yours? ’ a boisterous laugh emits from your lips, loud & unnerving with your retort. a proud owner to a voice that booms like cannonade, it is often thick & harsh compared to the man beside you. you find your expression draws into a look of excitement at sekijirou’s smile — as strange as it seemed, it wasn’t actually that odd for you to act this way with him. despite being the one who caught you long back, the one who threatened to send you to the place you despised most, you’re actually determined to keep the grin on his face. that is, of course, a determination you hold alongside getting off of the leash he’s keeping you on. the way kan acts is something you find hard to grasp sometimes, but it’s something that you are learning to understand.
you stay for now, shifting to better distribute your weight across his muscles. your own remain blood-stained & sinful, nothing but tools for a beast to crush heroes & villains alike. indeed, violence has always been a scent in the air with you, something that you had always worn better than kindness & more fun, too. it’s like there’s a rot festering beneath your skin, as though you were birthed from slaughter. perhaps you would one day make your legacy striking fear into hearts of the weak but, for the moment, your head is afire from tenderness & praise alone, brutality a mere thought stirring in your bloodthirsty mind.
‘ besides. if that mutt of yours gets to sit here all day, then so should i, right? ‘cause judging by that smile, it doesn’t really look like you want me to get off. plus, if your legs are gonna go all puny on me, i’m gonna make the most of ‘em right now. ’
bloodsrule answered / @kralkn .
❛ trust me. if that was the case, you’d be the one of the first to know. ❜ you throw him a genuine smile, an action quickly followed with a shift of your arm, fingers pressed firmly against the expanse of fabric. perhaps another time you’d have found it wiser to decline such an offer presented onto your lap ( in your arms, your head, your heart ... there’s no doubt the location doesn’t matter as much as the outcome ) but tonight you feel no need to decline. ❛ think anyone would be able to keep up with you on broken legs? i can’t imagine it. ❜ too many hurdles, too many problems that would make one give up before the get go and that’s an outcome you’re not willing to face if you don’t have to. besides, you doubt any of them could really follow it anyhow ---- with the majority of criminals, perhaps, but with someone as trained as him? that’s a challenge long lost before it’s even began.
there’s a shift, then, subtle movement as your hand settles firmly upon his waist ( another contradiction to the words that fall free from your mouth ) and you lean back with minimal complaint, previous tenseness warmed out with just a subtle exhale of breath. lamp light, low but glistening, spread across their features; reflects across his eyes and you wonder if he has ever truly seen it, the pure excitement that he radiates. wonders if he truly knows how the light will always catch him in the right place. wonders if he’d do it more so if he did.
❛ maybe i don’t mind, but that doesn’t mean i don’t have to give you some kind of warning. tazi’s sense of direction is pretty bad, but yours is much better ... wouldn’t be fair if i decided to never let you go without a warning now, would it? ❜
