#the-one-armed-wolf

[shouga-nai]

@the-one-armed-wolf || Cont’d.

Upon realizing his mistake, he gathered himself, clearing his throat while tilting his roningasa down a tad.

“Forgive me, but for an instant, you looked a lot like... ah, it doesn’t matter.” He wasn’t even sure if he was more disappointed or relieved. What would he do if it was really--- No. He must ignore the burning intensity gnawing in his chest every time his thoughts drifted to his old kin. He wasn’t ready to face him. Not yet.

Focusing back to the present, Genji couldn’t help but glance down at the man’s prosthetic arm, but said nothing about it. “It seems we are headed in the same direction. I don’t suppose you would mind company?”

[sonxflight-a]

@the-one-armed-wolf (☯)

“Thank you...”

The word of gratitude was hush as the sword between his crossed legs was enveloped tighter, his shoulder unintentionally leaning onto Shinobi while he nevertheless tried to keep his respect towards the other’s private space. Even if their quiet meeting happened so recently, Ryou couldn’t help but feel an odd feeling of content - was it the influence of warmth or the sense of something familiar, the other man barely brought him any discomfort, especially due to such thing as the artificial limb. 

At now, the only thing that bothered him was the somnolence he tried to struggle with...

“...”

[ashinagenichirou]

💓 (if you want)

A kiss you say? // @the-one-armed-wolf // accepting selectively.

💓 for a heated kiss. 

It had been quite some time since the Shinobi had pledged his service to him. Aiding him in battle as well as travelling even outside of Ashina. Of course, he made sure to have his soldiers more on guard whenever he was gone. Even taking off his usual attire so that none may know he had left. But one would be a fool to not recognize him instantly due to his height. He wasn’t as small as the other. He did his best to hide in the shadows like he did. That was enough for now at least.

Genichiro had found himself admiring the other and his skills. Being this close and fighting alongside him felt as if they had done this for years. Such an odd feeling when they were previously at opposite sides.

After fighting countless enemies, he didn’t feel as tired as he would if he were to go at it alone. Sticking out like a sore thumb making him an easy target. But with the Shinobi attacking from a high position, sometimes from behind. It gave them an advantage.

Wiping the blood off of his face, he turned to the other who had sheathed his blade, looking somewhere else. Maybe looking for another path for them to go to. Sheathing his own blade, walking over to the man. The Shinobi turned to him as he noticed he was closing the distance between them once again. Those amber eyes of his looked up, mostly wondering what he needed right now. 

Genichiro’s hand placed itself under the Shinobi’s chin. Without even saying a word, he leaned down, pressing his lips against his. First hesitantly but more firm. His hand then placed itself at the back of his head to kiss him deeply. Biting gently on his lips before sucking on it.

Was it strange that it felt right to him? Or more so that he chose to show this side of him? Pulling away from the kiss, panting slightly heavy, he wiped his lips before straightening his back.

“Do not speak of this....not to anyone.”

He then walked off to their next destination.

[sonxflight-a]

☂ :D

☯ Situational Tropes ║ @the-one-armed-wolf ☯

☂ - Our muses get caught in the rain together 

The room was noiseless when the wandering warrior found oneself sitting on the terrace, at now free from the harshness of battle as keen eyes watched the water drops rhythmically falling on the ground. Rays of faint light shined down despite the pouring water - a rare occurrence he was gratified to see, unintentionally softening the watchful gaze as he briefly shifted it towards his unwilled companion. Caught in the summer rain, both the Samurai and the Shinobi seemed to come to a tacit agreement, deciding to shelter themselves under the cover of one roof. As solitary as he was, Ryou barely minded the sudden company.

Slowly, with the instincts sensing no threat, the male allowed his mind to emerge into reflection. This lasting between them silence was anything but bothersome, yet he couldn’t help but wonder why the whole settlement was filled with such almost soundless repose.

Such a quietness stood among this village… Where have the inhabitants gone?…

“…”

[divineblossoms]

@the-one-armed-wolf // A cup of tea.

The older man scratching his beard that had not been kept well. A grunt in response as he saw the other willing to drink. The Sculptor always enjoyed a nice cup of tea. It soothed the aches he felt in his body. Even calming his mind.

"Good. Good." Sekijo's voice raspy after coughing to clear his voice. "I know that woman was persistent in giving me a bottle. Thought I might share."

Taking the bag that was over his shoulder, placing it gently to unwrap it. Giving the two cups a wipe and blew on it, making sure no debris would stay to taint the fine sake that he began to pour for the both of them. No need for formalities when it was just them. Handing him a cup before picking up the cup for himself to drink.

"Drink up."

Not waiting, the man took it in one gulp, the liquid almost burning his throat. But in a good way, warming his body. Eyes shut tight as he exhaled heavily before chuckling. It was good sake.