[it's good when swords follow orders, higekiri thinks. he knows this innately - despite the fact that he belongs to the faction who move according to their will more often than not. but he supposes he can see the appeal in having someone submissive around, and that is only reassured when he watches hizamaru take the blade into his mouth. he wonders what the sensation may have been like - if he still possessed that innate connection to the blade - and just settles in a softly amused, endeared laugh before he draws the sword back.]
Mm, you obey well.
[a trait that higekiri will never have - but it's fine. hizamaru will have all the traits he does not possess, for they are one soul that has been divided into two.]
So well that perhaps I shouldn't allow any other to have you.
[he presses the blade so very briefly against hizamaru's neck, as if intending to test the sharpness of it there—]
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Mm, you obey well.
[a trait that higekiri will never have - but it's fine. hizamaru will have all the traits he does not possess, for they are one soul that has been divided into two.]
So well that perhaps I shouldn't allow any other to have you.
[he presses the blade so very briefly against hizamaru's neck, as if intending to test the sharpness of it there—]