[It feels as if a door is slowly closing and no matter how fast Kogitsunemaru is going to run and reach out, wrench something between it to keep is from shutting, he will be too late. He will be too late so drag Mikazuki out of the dark doorway because Kogitsunemaru's own feet have whispering ribbons of darkness attached to them. Each coherent thought is a struggle, it's like slowly being pulled under and sinking into nothingness.
The glimmer of the moon in Mikazuki's eyes had given Kogitsunemaru the tiniest seeds of hopes, dropping in tear shapes from his eyes but the ground they had landed on is barren and cold. There is no cultivating these fragile feelings, no matter how beautiful they are. And there is nothing ugly about Mikazuki, he is as clean and gorgeous as always and a shuddering breath leaves Kogitsunemaru-
That single breath-
And Kogitsunemaru reaches up to lick the blood off his hand. His red eyes are fixed on Mikazuki, the disgustingly brittle strong sword, tracing his movements with mad glee. Kogitsunemaru smirks, revealing a row of red, sharp, pointed teeth. There is not a single thing about them anymore which might resemble something human. With a leisure gesture, the bloodied hand goes up into Kogitsunemaru's hair, leaving more red stains on unmarred, pure white.
The relaxed gesture is betrayed by Kogitsunemaru's tense muscles and his watchful eyes. There is a coil in his chest just waiting to spring free, a predator through and through. He bends low, picking up his sword in one smooth motion and bringing it up into a fighting stance before he circles Mikazuki.
Waiting for the smallest mistake. Waiting for a misstep.
The gateway is closed. The door has closed in Kogitsunemaru's face and his eyes crinkle as the wide, wide grin splits his face.
He can't wait to see Mikazuki bleed out. Can't wait to see the strong, powerful blade bend and creak and shrivel up like a moonflower exposed to sunlight. Can't wait to see the life drain out of him because that means he's free, so free.
The wood beneath Kogitsunemaru squeaks in protest as he launched his body into the offense. It's all or nothing.
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The glimmer of the moon in Mikazuki's eyes had given Kogitsunemaru the tiniest seeds of hopes, dropping in tear shapes from his eyes but the ground they had landed on is barren and cold. There is no cultivating these fragile feelings, no matter how beautiful they are. And there is nothing ugly about Mikazuki, he is as clean and gorgeous as always and a shuddering breath leaves Kogitsunemaru-
That single breath-
And Kogitsunemaru reaches up to lick the blood off his hand. His red eyes are fixed on Mikazuki, the disgustingly brittle strong sword, tracing his movements with mad glee. Kogitsunemaru smirks, revealing a row of red, sharp, pointed teeth. There is not a single thing about them anymore which might resemble something human. With a leisure gesture, the bloodied hand goes up into Kogitsunemaru's hair, leaving more red stains on unmarred, pure white.
The relaxed gesture is betrayed by Kogitsunemaru's tense muscles and his watchful eyes. There is a coil in his chest just waiting to spring free, a predator through and through. He bends low, picking up his sword in one smooth motion and bringing it up into a fighting stance before he circles Mikazuki.
Waiting for the smallest mistake. Waiting for a misstep.
The gateway is closed. The door has closed in Kogitsunemaru's face and his eyes crinkle as the wide, wide grin splits his face.
He can't wait to see Mikazuki bleed out. Can't wait to see the strong, powerful blade bend and creak and shrivel up like a moonflower exposed to sunlight. Can't wait to see the life drain out of him because that means he's free, so free.
The wood beneath Kogitsunemaru squeaks in protest as he launched his body into the offense. It's all or nothing.
Mikazuki isn't alone.]