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[kaikyobyo]

     it finally was kogitsunemaru's turn to be sent out for sortie, and as was their master's style, he had little warning. just shortly after lunch, he and his unit were sent out, which meant that there wasn't much time for the toudan to prepare. just like with tonbokiri, his unit's sortie would last until early morning. which, in turn, meant that by the time kogi got home, he was exhausted. the door to his shared room was gently pulled open, the tachi then all but flopping onto the futon next to the slumbering uchigatana that he loved so much. kijinmaru is then hugged tight to the tachi’s chest, a kiss pressed just behind his ear. ❛ sorry for waking you, ❜ he then murmurs with a sigh, nuzzling against the back of kijinmaru’s neck as he started to settle down for sleep. // @oniiblade​

[tarvos]

War turned the warmest of hearts into stone. If Saito had that warm heart to begin with, it probably would have done the same to him as well. He had seen it as a child growing up, and now as a samurai upon the battlefield. This entire war was a long one, and had stolen many lives already. It was due to take much more until it ended, and Saito had to watch it all happen.

Ice blue eyes watched as he observed the other’s hand through the corner of his eye, taking in his mannerisms. It seems what he had said had struck something with such a statement, despite it being true. The silence wasn’t an unwelcome one, as Saito wasn’t usually one for conversation anyway. However, it was one full of heaviness that fell upon his shoulders.

❝Perhaps.❞ He simply said, his voice remaining calm as he responded to the other’s observation.  ❝Is it not the way of life?❞

He had noticed the hand lifting, moving towards him and yet freezing and returning to it’s owner. Was he attempting to comfort him? Despite him not making the touch, Saito appreciated the thought. He failed to comment on it as he had now closed his eyes and simply listened silently. 

❝I have not received any reason to shed a tear at this present moment in time.❞ Though, despite him not admitting it, he had shed many tears for the fallen. Both innocent, friends and even family figures. 

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[medicablade]

It had been late into the night when Kijinmaru found himself sitting on the engawa, a clear view of the sakura tree that stood proudly in the distance. Though it had been difficult to get to where he was now, curse the ōdachi that had run him through earlier in the week, the breeze proved to be more refreshing than he first expected. It stayed like that for some time, until he hears an all-too-familiar voice addressing him. “Sorry, Yagen. It’s just.. I can’t stand staying in that room all day.”

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Hands stuff themselves into deep pockets, and a myriad of small supplies collide with gloved fingertips—the resident medic is, thankfully, used to his flighty patients ( some more dramatic than others, but he’s not harsh when he doesn’t have to be ). The last call to the front lines had returned with Kijinmaru heavily wounded ( and very much to the chagrin of the other sword’s partners ), and Yagen had taken to treating him as quickly as possible.

It doesn’t quite surprise him to see an empty futon when he comes to check on Kijin—but, he departs only with a small sigh before padding off quietly to look for him. It wasn’t a pretty injury, but at least it wasn’t fragile anymore. Thankfully.

“Kijin, there you are.” Everyone ends up on the engawa–but for good reason. It’s gorgeous no matter what day, season, hour. The tantou understands though, and Kijinmaru is recovering well enough, so he doesn’t feel the need to chastise him for disobeying.

“It’s fine, you’re doing well, and it’s good to move around once in awhile,” Yagen responds softly, taking a seat on the deck as well. “How are you feeling, though? Anything too sensitive?” Prioritizing comfort as always. “The only reason why I sought you out is to change your bandages for the night, but I’m not in a rush.”

[kaikyobyo]

     having one of their trio out for sortie wasn't necessarily an unusual occurrence. what was unusual, however, was one of kogitsunemaru's partners being gone for nearly the whole day, and still not being back by almost midnight. after sitting on the engawa for hours with no sign of tonbokiri's unit returning, the tachi sighs and heads in to their shared room. kijinmaru was already there, unsurprisingly, and it’s with a faint smile that kogitsunemaru joins him on the futon. nuzzling against the nape of the uchigatana’s neck, he sighs again, this time in contentment, a small kiss pressed just behind kijinmaru’s ear. ❛ it never gets easier, one of you being away. ❜ // @oniiblade​​

[kaikyobyo]

     heavy foot falls draw tonbokiri’s attention away from the cup of tea in his hand, amber eyes narrowing in concern when he notices kijinmaru striding towards him. the uchigatana’s movements are slow, his expression unfocused and downtrodden. catching his hand before he can fully pass him, the yari tilts his head as he stares up at his partner. ❛ hey... why don’t you join me on the engawa for a while, kijin? ❜ // @oniiblade​

[kaikyobyo]

     there's a lull in the activity of the citadel, most others having settled down by this time of night. tonbokiri, however, was wide awake, one of his two dearest seated in his lap and nestled under his chin. kijinmaru was always held like something very precious, and to tonbokiri, he was. fingers of one hand trace the line of kijin's bicep, the other keeping him close enough to feel tonbokiri's heartbeat against his back. after another moment of silence, the yari sighed, shifting to kiss the crown of kijinmaru’s head and pull him even closer. ❛ words could never properly say how much i adore you. ❜ // @oniiblade​​

[kowaindar0u]

❛  I’ll try not to die. ❜

Of course, Sengo knows that that’s really the most anyone can ask of someone when they go on a mission, but it still doesn’t really prove to be very reassuring, whether it’s said jokingly, as it often is, or not. Kijinmaru is his friend, and sometimes Sengo just worries about his friends. 

“You’d best try your hardest,” he replies, his tone light, his lips curled into a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Or I’ll come after you myself. And that’s a threat.”

[kowaindar0u]

Kijinmaru doesn’t say much as he goes over to the Muramasa blade, a calm look on his face to mask how worried he’d been for the other toudan. While it was true that he’d hardly spoken to Sengo since Kijinmaru’s arrival, it wasn’t hard to believe that there may have been a reason behind the references to himself. His voice takes a much softer tone, as his arms wrap gently around the male’s form. “There are times where being too strong can be unhealthy.. If you need anything, please come find me.”

Sengo isn't very good at being vulnerable. Yes, sure, he's got a penchant for stripping and finds freedom in baring it all in a physical sense, but for as outgoing and eccentric as he was, it was rare for him to really... show much of his worry, and certainly not on purpose. Sometimes he didn’t trust himself, and expecting anyone else to just felt like a fool’s game from the get-go, and while he can usually just brush the feeling off, sometimes it just... gets to him.

However, it seems like he doesn’t do nearly as good a job of keeping all that doubt swept under the metaphorical rug as he’d thought.

Sengo nearly doesn’t know what to do when Kijinmaru wraps him in a hug. He’d been right, they had hardly spoken, but... well, Sengo obviously had no ill feelings towards him, quite the contrary. It takes a few moments, but Sengo returns the hug, warily lowering his chin onto the other’s shoulder. “Mm,” he starts, needing to apparently take yet another pause before he can actually speak to this newfound friend. Yes, Sengo thought-- he must be a friend, now. “Thank you. I...know it’s... It’s probably hard to say that to someone like me, but... Thank you.”