“you started something, and i have no idea what i’m supposed to do next.” (kill your darlings starters)
ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢs sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs ( ✔ accepting )
｢ ƸӜƷ ｣ There were few things that truly displeased Tatara – but this wasa time the feeling was inescapable. He glanced over, took in the dangerous, andyet so very dead look in King’seyes, and something foreign tugged at the vassal’s insides. Something he wouldn’tknow to call empathy.
A pair of wiry legs bent to sit beside him – no mindpaid to the singed fabric beneath them on the bed. He could only imagine whatKing got up to when he was left alone in a fit of rage.
❝You know it wasn’t me.❞ Tatara planted his handsbeside his thighs and peeked at the ceiling. ❝I didn’t. . . start this. Thatpower, King . . . it already livedinside you. I think fate plays the biggest part. It’s why I know you’re gonnabe something great one day.❞
Tentatively, Tatara took a balled fist in his handsand uncurled his fingers. King’s palm was as he expected, warm like it washeated by a furnace beneath his skin, and marked with burns of varying ages.The vassal hardly batted an eye.
❝I’m no expert on this, or what it means, but I want to help you.❞ Their fingers twined together. and a blond head nested on his shoulder. ❝I think together with Kusanagi-san . . . a real King’s Clan could be formed.❞
