[ Dimming temperature, upticked pulse, coiled limbs—Guanshan is as known as a blade in Rokurou's hands. But he's a different kind of weapon though no less sharp, one that's taken the swordsman years of learning to grow comfortable holding. I made a lot of room in me for you, you know. Give and take between them has always been unfairly lopsided, but Guanshan managed to carve out an alcove where they shouldn't have been any give.
(We just have to find a place where we both can meet.)
Attention needles in on the soft fall of breath. The beat of a strong heart beneath wiry ribcage. The creak of joints, grind of teeth, flutter of pale lashes, stick of skin to wet skin—the moon is vividly bright and the night sky is cast with brilliant stars, but it's Mo Guanshan that he can't stop admiring. ]
You still want me to buy you that drink? [ water sloshes as the daemon stands, bracing arm tucked beneath long legs to draw them up with main weight leaned into his chest. doesn't matter how big this kid gets, Rokurou will still carry him. ] You feel cold.
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(We just have to find a place where we both can meet.)
Attention needles in on the soft fall of breath. The beat of a strong heart beneath wiry ribcage. The creak of joints, grind of teeth, flutter of pale lashes, stick of skin to wet skin—the moon is vividly bright and the night sky is cast with brilliant stars, but it's Mo Guanshan that he can't stop admiring. ]
You still want me to buy you that drink? [ water sloshes as the daemon stands, bracing arm tucked beneath long legs to draw them up with main weight leaned into his chest. doesn't matter how big this kid gets, Rokurou will still carry him. ] You feel cold.