[it's hard to say where higekiri's understanding of love comes from - when someone mentioned lovers to him, he shrugged, careless about the subject. lovers, like brothers and family, are an endearing concept that humans engage in - but just as prone to breaking. after seeing so many relationships fall apart in history, how could he believe in their strength? even if he thought it was nice how they could make each other so happy....
what he feels for hizamaru is different - or so he thinks. it is not a love that is born from fluttering feelings, or from clumsy statements. it is a love that is engraved into his blade, that stems from the very steel that binds them both. it is a love that tells him that to protect his brother is to protect himself, and that to care for him is one of the few things in higekiri's long life that's worth remembering.
so he pauses when he cannot pull hizamaru any further, glancing over his shoulder and blinking in surprise.]
Eh... Did I say something wrong again?
[he turns and steps closer to hizamaru, hand raising to try to brush away his tears from his cheeks. how is it that hizamaru always manages to feel so much more than he does?]
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what he feels for hizamaru is different - or so he thinks. it is not a love that is born from fluttering feelings, or from clumsy statements. it is a love that is engraved into his blade, that stems from the very steel that binds them both. it is a love that tells him that to protect his brother is to protect himself, and that to care for him is one of the few things in higekiri's long life that's worth remembering.
so he pauses when he cannot pull hizamaru any further, glancing over his shoulder and blinking in surprise.]
Eh... Did I say something wrong again?
[he turns and steps closer to hizamaru, hand raising to try to brush away his tears from his cheeks. how is it that hizamaru always manages to feel so much more than he does?]