[ the gesture makes his breath hitch a little. slowly, his fingers close around tenka's, emotion swelling in his chest, leaving it feeling too tight. it aches, but not like the brand on his chest. it's.. kind of a good ache, actually.
no one's ever promised him something like that. even the sage who'd given him this body. and even if tenka's lying, or naive, or foolish, it's beautiful to hear. ]
You shouldn't.. promise things like that, [ he murmurs, but when he lifts his head again, there's warmth in the mismatched eyes and in the curve of his mouth. ] .. Thank you for saying it, though.
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no one's ever promised him something like that. even the sage who'd given him this body. and even if tenka's lying, or naive, or foolish, it's beautiful to hear. ]
You shouldn't.. promise things like that, [ he murmurs, but when he lifts his head again, there's warmth in the mismatched eyes and in the curve of his mouth. ] .. Thank you for saying it, though.