[ Aki settles, cross-legged on the bed, and holds the blade gently in his hands. It feels... Nice, to hold something and know that it's connected to Tsurumaru like this, and he watches him as some of that tension bleeds away. He's managed to do something, and that feels like enough, at least for right now.
Careful with the blade, aware of the nature of it, how important this is, he places it across his lap, one hand resting midway down, the other over the hilt.
Slowly, carefully, he brushes his finger it, like he would with a thumb on Tsurumaru's knuckle. ]
I'm glad.
[ Still stroking, careful, gentle, tender, filled with warmth and the desire to cherish. ]
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[ Aki settles, cross-legged on the bed, and holds the blade gently in his hands. It feels... Nice, to hold something and know that it's connected to Tsurumaru like this, and he watches him as some of that tension bleeds away. He's managed to do something, and that feels like enough, at least for right now.
Careful with the blade, aware of the nature of it, how important this is, he places it across his lap, one hand resting midway down, the other over the hilt.
Slowly, carefully, he brushes his finger it, like he would with a thumb on Tsurumaru's knuckle. ]
I'm glad.
[ Still stroking, careful, gentle, tender, filled with warmth and the desire to cherish. ]
I'll hold it as long as you need.