#x. ikuto

[lunethria]

@m1kos " Don't move, you were attacked. Hey i said don't move." Kikyou stated holding Ikuto down gently. " You seem like the strong stubborn type, but save it for when you are healed, or I'm gonna end up tieing you in place."

Ikuto let out a low breath, a slight wince betraying the pain he refused to vocalize. His sapphire eyes flicked up at Kikyou, half-lidded and unreadable, but sharp with defiance.

“…Tch. You really think tying me down would work?” he muttered, a faint smirk curling at the edge of his lips despite the blood on them. “You’ve got guts… I’ll give you that.”

His gaze lingered on her hands pressing against him, not in aggression, but… restraint. Protection. “…But if you’re gonna be that insistent,” he added with a reluctant sigh, “fine. I’ll stay still… for now.”

Then, quieter—almost like he didn’t mean to say it aloud, “…But don’t think I’ll forget this.”

[lunethria]

@icespirt ' Perhaps It is just me, but you remind me...of my cat.' / for Ikuto

Ikuto raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable at first—caught somewhere between amusement and suspicion. A slow, sly smirk curved at the corner of his lips as he leaned slightly closer, the faint glint of mischief flickering in his eyes.

“…Your cat, huh?” he repeated, voice low and velvet-smooth. “Should I be flattered or offended?” He straightened, flicking a lock of blue hair from his face with a lazy flick of his fingers.

“Well, I suppose that depends. Was your cat clever? Aloof? Mysterious? …Or just prone to knocking things off tables for attention?”

A pause—then a soft chuckle under his breath. “…Because if it’s the last one, maybe you’re not entirely wrong.”

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starter — @svnbled muse — ikuto

The moon was high, pale and sharp like a blade of silver glass, slicing through the clouds that veiled the sleeping city below. Perched atop a rooftop edge like a shadow stitched to the night itself, Ikuto Tsukiyomi let the quiet hum of the world wash over him—distant sirens, the rustle of leaves, the faint murmur of dreams.

His violin case hung loosely at his side, untouched tonight. Not even music could unravel the knots threading through his thoughts. Somewhere, the Guardians were probably still chasing illusions… still trying to protect what they thought was fragile. C u t e.

A gust of wind tousled his blue hair, but he didn’t move. He was used to being the wind’s companion——a silent watcher, always passing through, never staying.

“…So, it's you . .”