[ bathe ] sender helps receiver wash themselves in a bath
PROMPTS FOR COMFORTABLE INTIMACY
In a dazed state, he had quietly stumbled his way through the boundless corridors of the Rengoku estate. Leaving a map of crimson drops within his wake. As he slowly made his way to the slayer's room with dull hues. Covered in blood...
Staining the shoji doors to Kyojuro's room with ruby handprints.
And Kyojuro had said nothing at all upon seeing haunted demon lingering in his doorway. Those intoxicatingly warm hands simply reaching out to steady him. Grabbing Akaza carefully by one arm. Guiding that small silhouette painted in dark drying ruby to the Rengku estate baths.
Making nary a single inquiry at the demon's obvious distress. Only merely aided Akaza with peeling away ruined clothing. Leaving behind only the pink prayer beads around each porcelain ankle.
Dim golden hues the ghosting up now. Peeking, through a curtain of long pink lashes, quietly gazing at the flame pillar..
Gritting his teeth in silence now. As Kyojuro snatched up a soft looking cloth, promptly lathering it with nice smelling oils and soap.
❝ He...I-I didn't.. ❞
The slight furrow of worry within Kyojuro's brows. Barely hidden within those reverent orange eyes as he watched Akaza quietly.
Yet still, those shameful words tumbled from the demons lips. As Kyojuro carefully, cautiously, began to wash the demon's bloodied frame. So achingly gentle as if Akaza were made of the most fragile of glass.
Instantly stained the water sickening palettes of drying crimson.
❝ ..He was so angry...K-Kyojuro.. That you are...still alive.... ❞
Violent trembles suddenly wrecking through that frail figure. Fractured hues screwing closed as ink dipped fingers rose abruptly to dig hard into pink hair.
Soft, quivering, breaths rising now. Breaking the strained hush within the suffocatingly heavy air. Sounding dangerously close to quiet sobs. Growing louder and louder with every word murmured hoarsely. He had bore witness many times before to the immeasurable cruelty and sheer wrath Muzan held. He was used to his tortures and starvation until Muzan 'forgave' him....
And yet this was the first time Muzan had been this utterly livid of not seeing the flame pillar's head offered before him at long last. This was the first time he ever pushed Akaza to this point..
Abd this strange and decimating feeling tearing at his (Hakuji's?) heart. Guilt? Despair? He did not know.. Except that it was near crushing in its weight...
❝ H-He made...I didn't want... ❞
Trying yet again to speak, yet those ugly and heinous words instantly dying upon a heavy tongue. Swallowing thickly now.
This went against everything that had ever built him. Within his ringing ears, he could hear Hakuji's heart screaming, and Akaza's demon heart was trying so achingly hard not to follow suit..
And he finally broke now. As the widening gap within the demon had finally given way. Shattering everything. As helpless tears gathered and quickly spilled, staining ruby dusted cheeks. As that trembling frame suddenly went slack, leaning heavily against Kyojuros' hands. Akin to a doll getting its strings cut. Paying no attention to the wet cloth still gripped loosely within them.
❝ H-He forced me.....to...e-eat a woman.. ❞
