He was silently thankful for the change in seasons, the WINTER was always cold. It was always his least favorite season of them all, spring ( at least ) smelt fresh and life seemed to breath itself back into EVERYTHING. A frosty nip in the air, that offsets the warm sunny day. An odd combination, certainly. Such like the SWORD and his wielder.
He rests the crook of his chin in the palm of his hand, waiting for Togame to finish whatever she was doing. ( SHOPPING, she always seemed to enjoy that particular pass time for whatever reason. ) He had grown used to the Strategian’s eccentric behavior especially when she her mood had been happy or sad.
In 6 short months, they had obtained 6 SWORDS from the throes of the cold climate of Ezo. His fist tightens into a dangerous grip from memories of that particular adventure. The untrained beserker, easily taking down the hard - trained sword with nothing but wild swings of kanazuchi. His expression changes into a deep frown, losing always stuck to him tougher than glue. This time around, he BROKE a promise to her, how useless he had been.
“ Am I a good sword ?” He contemplates for a moment, Itezora had been the second person Shichika had left alive - the first being that pirate, who he has to admit TAUGHT the word something very important. ( And the new emotion along with it – jealousy. ) Regardless, did it matter in the end ? The sword was got, and the loss should sit in the back of his mind. It does, he stews on it, he stews on them all.
His head turns and he stands upright at the familiar voice, a couple of heart pounding moments as the WOMAN HE FELL FOR - made her way towards her weapon. A quick quirk of his lips in a soft smile, before schooling his features once again. He opens his mouth wide for his woman, eating the mochi straight from her grasp. He snacks on it for a few moments, enjoying the soft chewy taste of the sweet. It’s delicious, there’s no doubt about it, whoever put the time and effort into this treat was a true mastermind !
Following her closely behind, keeping a constant eye and ear out for any potential attackers. ( He didn’t know, this town was new to him !) “ It’s tasty,” he comments before finishing off the skewer in one big bite.
He can’t help but share her curiosity, it was a little worrying - keeping a constant eye on everyone who could be a potential threat to his woman. She was incredibly cute, and almost always attracted the wrong kind of attention. ( Once again, that pirate guy. ) “ I wonder what’s happening ?” He murmurs under his breath, he didn’t quite understand how different cultures were within each town, it was almost like learning a whole new discipline within each new UNEXPLORED territory.
“ Don’t leave my side,” his voice and gaze steels itself, fingers threading them together as he prepares for something to possibily go wrong.
her blade , her tool , her weapon in the war she had been fighting for nearly twenty years --- in six more months, presumably , where would the two of them be ? she could not predict the future and , quite frankly , she was a little afraid to dream . fantasizing about the possibilities , striving for an outcome in which they would be able to face the endless horizon , hand in hand . but she did not want to regret having hope , especially when the conclusion of their story , in the most positive outcome , likely concluded with her partner’s sacrifice .
but for now , they were together . and perhaps that was where she should place her happiness , in enjoying their limited time in the comfort of one another . a bright smile curves upon her , expression lighting up in joy as she witnessed her partner relish in the taste of her simple gift . she put a lot of personal thought into everything she did for him , after all ; so even the smallest of love languages meant quite a lot from her perspective . was this too much to ask for ? these moments would fade , and as either he or she drowned in their own blood , would they even recall the happier times they had shared ??
was failure her best option ? it didn’t seem as though there was any future for the two of them so --- would dying together be the only way the two of them could find peace ??
no, she would not think of such things for now . she would push it all to the darkest corners of her subconscious , allowing the quiet thoughts to whisper her heart to the point of rotting . she alone would bear these burdens ; she could at least do that for him , couldn’t she ??
“ most husbands wish their wives would leave them alone ; luckily for you , shichika , i’m not going anywhere . ” an air of false confidence , empty reassurance . “ no matter where i go , i’ll always think of a way back to you . you’ll have more trouble getting rid of me than you would trying to hold onto me . ”
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