the air around taako is unusually warm. every time kohaku thinks heâs used to it, heâs pleasantly surprised. theyâre tangled comfortably, kohaku on his back with his robes strewn across his chest. it isnât until he notices how glaringly pointed his scar is that he speaks up, disturbing the silence with a tired affection.Â
      âthatâs not just mine, you know.â every death in this temple since his has affected him. and each wound to the heart has healed above his, marring his flesh. âevery time i woke, it was a little different.â sometimes, heâd wake too soon, and it would still bleed. âi can cover it, if it unsettles you.â
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