[wielding himself is perhaps the most natural thing in the world - and to trace the shape of the minamoto crest on hizamaru's skin feels something like coming home. he wonders briefly, if he should add the symbol that binds they two brothers so that the crest will then become distinctly higekiri's -
and just barely refrains. he hums a pleased note, satisfied with his work.]
It looks good on you.
[to have their shared history emblazoned on his chest.
it's with a turn of his wrist that higekiri will raise his own blade to his lips, and rather than flicking it clean as he normally does, he lets his tongue run along the flat side, licking hizamaru's blood off himself, slow and languid as if enjoying a treat. his eyes lock with hizamaru, looking nothing short of smug and amused. like a lion that's found his prey.
at least up until he turns so that the tip of his blade rests on hizamaru's lips - only but a drop of blood left - and gives the command:]
no subject
and just barely refrains. he hums a pleased note, satisfied with his work.]
It looks good on you.
[to have their shared history emblazoned on his chest.
it's with a turn of his wrist that higekiri will raise his own blade to his lips, and rather than flicking it clean as he normally does, he lets his tongue run along the flat side, licking hizamaru's blood off himself, slow and languid as if enjoying a treat. his eyes lock with hizamaru, looking nothing short of smug and amused. like a lion that's found his prey.
at least up until he turns so that the tip of his blade rests on hizamaru's lips - only but a drop of blood left - and gives the command:]
Open.