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h i z a "window pane" m a r u ([personal profile] leggymaru) wrote2019-10-06 12:26 pm

GENJI BANZAI




Things Hizamaru Has Shown His Anija After Learning (Upset Edition):
- the boutique clothes
- bubble bath
- aquarium
- the sunset and stars by the pool
- the fucking ahegao gun makes human noises but doesn't have a human form??? ANIJA?
- the arcade bc it's cool
- what chocobos and spiracorns look like from a book in the library from prompto's world
- the fucking heelys
banzais: (» i will be fine;)

[personal profile] banzais 2019-11-06 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
[weeks ago, he'd almost found himself apologizing to his brother for cutting him down. perhaps it's a bit surreal now to face the request of holding his blade against him in this new form, despite cutting down his original one. still, higekiri will follow the movement, melting over hizamaru to follow after his mouth to give him one more kiss, reassuring and certain]

... well, you could always tell me no if it gets to be too much.

[and he seems to mean that sincerely, even if he knows that it's unlikely for hiza to deny him anything. he makes a note to pay extra attention to his body language this time, just to be sure.

his mouth wanders then, pressing open kisses along his jaw, then down to his neck - following the lines of where he'd apparently been tied up before his lips find the base of his neck -

and then he bites, possessive, at the same time that his hand finds his blade, thumb pressing against the guard to unsheathe it with a clink]
banzais: (» i'll stay awake)

[personal profile] banzais 2019-11-06 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[he doesn't pull away immediately, instead ensuring that the mark he leaves on hizamaru now is the darkest of all his bites. others are free to pull away his brother's attention for a time, take him as they need, but higekiri rather thinks that it's his privilege and right to possess him more deeply than anyone else.

not that he'll actually get to saying that out loud.

the noise that he pulls from hizamaru's mouth manages to make something coil in the pit of hige's stomach, and he pulls away once hizamaru's grip tightens. he shifts then, drawing his blade entirely - a familiar weight in his hand - before he lets the tip of it fall underneath hizamaru's chin and then angles it up and up, slowly but certainly. hizamaru will have to lift his head along with it if he does not wish for the blade to draw blood.

hige's smile is gentle - though sharp at the edges as he asks a question to which there is only one right answer]


Remind me -

At whose side do you belong?
banzais: (» these friends)

[personal profile] banzais 2019-11-06 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[the words manage to pull a smile from higekiri, more sincere as he praises freely:]

Ah, I think that's a rather perfect answer.

[is it any wonder that they turned out like this when hizamaru shows higekiri in affection, and higekiri expects it to be given at every single turn? something warm burns in his chest and he's reminded again of what he was told - this very human emotion, this thing akin to love, and he wonders if it'll sear hotly enough that he could engrave it in hizamaru's skin.

he lowers his sword then, letting the tip of it fall on the skin right above hizamaru's heart - where higekiri had pierced through a training doll just earlier in the day.]


It'll disappear whenever we go to repairs... but I suppose I will admire it until then.

[it's a bit too much to ask higekiri to remember his own name kanji at the moment - but the incisions he makes against hiza's skin are light, skilled, and accurate, possessing a certain level of artistry to them since the genjis are nothing if not aesthetic.

even as higekiri is marking the outline of the minamoto crest into hiza's chest - just one symbol shy of being higekiri's own.]
banzais: (» i will be fine;)

[personal profile] banzais 2019-11-06 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[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:]


Open.
banzais: (» into the arms)

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[personal profile] banzais 2019-11-06 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[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—]
banzais: (» are you listening to me?)

[personal profile] banzais 2019-11-06 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[before he smiles - bright and friendly - and draws it back before it rested there for any longer than a second]

... just kidding.

[he reaches for his sheath with his free hand, neatly covering his sword again before letting it fall against the bedsheets, leaning down to press his own lips against hizamaru's mouth - a reward for what he'd endured.]

I love you as you are.
banzais: (» these friends)

[personal profile] banzais 2019-11-06 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[when he was only a sword, there was no need for the concept of trust. whoever wielded you was the one to wield you - and there was the end of that. there was no choice, no feeling to the matter, it simply was. it's in this moment, where hizamaru so willingly bares his neck to higekiri and yet still melts into the kiss after that even his old soul starts to truly know what it means to trust entirely.

it makes him sigh against hizamaru's lips even as he eases himself on top of him, fingers on one hand curling around his hip, the other tangling into his hair as he just barely holds himself above him before the blood drawn on his chest manages to get on him too.

he pulls back eventually - but just so that he can clean up his mess, letting his tongue lave over the fresh lines that he'd carved over his heart. for a sword, it's a familiar enough taste. when he speaks, it's just a murmur against hizamaru's skin]


Shall I have you now?