and higekiri is will and truly bewildered. mikazuki's blade is no longer in his hand, instead leaving it empty. so very empty. he blinks a few times - wondering exactly how familiar this feeling is meant to be. he presses his fingers into his own palm, just to ensure that he still has the hands of this human body to move.
once he is sure that he does, he turns to hizamaru again, reaching for his hand.
the expression on his face is one of an almost dawning understands - like he never quite learned before. what it felt, from hizamaru's view.]
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and higekiri is will and truly bewildered. mikazuki's blade is no longer in his hand, instead leaving it empty. so very empty. he blinks a few times - wondering exactly how familiar this feeling is meant to be. he presses his fingers into his own palm, just to ensure that he still has the hands of this human body to move.
once he is sure that he does, he turns to hizamaru again, reaching for his hand.
the expression on his face is one of an almost dawning understands - like he never quite learned before. what it felt, from hizamaru's view.]
... what a wanting younger brother I have.
[to always be reaching for him
and yet - ]
It is your side that I wish to be beside as well.
[ - it is a familiar feeling]