( OPEN ) MAY CATCH ALL

[cranekin]

WHO: Tsurumaru and you
WHAT: Sword lore, revisiting an old home, holidays, and shenanigans
WHERE: around Kyoto & Tokyo
WHEN: May
WARNINGS: N/A for now


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catch-all for the month, open to using tdm prompts, setting up starters, etc.
if you would like an original starter or have your own idea, hit me up yosakoi | discord: diejoubus

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[lifeprice]

[ Tsurumaru is asleep, and Aki is left holding a sword.

The words are a prickle in his mind as he leans back and makes himself comfortable, one leg up and the other stretched out in front of him. There's new thoughts in his mind now, beyond the want to touch and tease the man beside him - something new, and different.

He's never felt this kind of jealous before. He'd been envious of the attention that Taiyo got, jealous that their parents loved him more (most), would take care of him before caring about Aki himself, but that was different. Taiyo had been sick, and Aki hadn't blamed him, not really, despite his anger and irritation. He missed them, like a void inside himself, one that had only recently begun to close.

Tsurumaru is a sword, and swords have masters. Especially master.

Being able to hold a sword is not the same as being able to weild it.

Careful fingers brush gently over the hilt of the blade, careful and delicate, not wanting to do anything that might jostle the other man awake. The more he dwells on the thought, the bigger the moster inside of him gets, as if he has any right - as if he has any place to hold this kind of irritation inside of him, when he knows his life is dedicated to Denji first and others second.

The minutes tick by, and eventually he's pushing himself up to go and sit nearer the hummingbirds, letting them flit around him, even as he doesn't let go of the blade in his hands, not wanting to let Tsurumaru feel discomfort.

They're two people spending time with one another. Who, maybe, like each other. It doesn't have to be deeper than that. That, at least, is something that Aki is accustomed to, and he can take it. He can allow it. He has so little life left, he may as well use it for whatever enjoyment he can get.

Sighing, he leans back, holding Tsurumaru in his arms, and he waits. ]