[ This wasn't usual, was it? Accepting an open invitation to something Mikazuki himself had never quite experienced. It had always seemed so thrilling, so magical- the thought of a kiss.
Perhaps it was unusual. He was a weapon, an honored heirloom seen by no one holding a lower class title... and so he was to carry himself as such. Carry himself in such a way that people should gaze upon with respect and beauty. He was to keep a certain facade about himself- never faltering, never slipping up and saying the wrong thing. Perfect. Elegant. And yet...
Warmth.
The first thing the tachi could feel when those eager lips pressed against his own. Mikazuki would have liked to think he was prepared for this- to think that such a proper sword as himself could expect the outcome. Nothing could surprise him anymore; no trick, battle, or turn of events had stumbled this prized possession. But this sensation, this rush of adrenaline had suddenly caught him completely off guard... it was truly captivating.
And then he noticed he was't breathing.
The sword was so shell shocked, so taken aback by these sudden rush of emotions that even his insides were failing to compute with it all. It was so strange, so exhilarating, but... right. It felt right. Every little piece of the puzzle lined up exactly as how it should, and Mikazuki was left awestruck by the pure passion from the slow and steady movements of the fox.
It's alright if he wasn't experienced, or even if he wasn't a good kisser at all- Mikazuki would never have paid mind to it. All he wanted now was to be close to Kogitsunemaru. To feel him and kiss him and kiss him again—
—the kiss. Now running completely on instinct he had pressed into it. Fully taking in the others lips. Exploring the small curves and edges of the shape he had seem to stare at quite often. His head tilts to the side, giving more room for even further exploration as his own face becomes completely enveloped by a blush.
Perhaps a selfish part of him took over at that moment. Perhaps it was alright to break away from that norm of nobility to do something strange... something romantic. But even those moments don't last forever.
When the kiss is finally broken away, Mikazuki himself is left in a breathless state. His hair slightly mangled and the blush on his face unwillingly to give way. All he could do now was stare at those eyes that were looking back at him. Those perfect, beautiful eyes—
—and then a laugh.
It started off as a light bubble in his throat, until it finally grew into a full-fledged chuckle. He was so happy, so spiraling with emotions that laughing was the only think his mind could possibly process at the moment. Surely this was an experience he was never going to forget. ]
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Perhaps it was unusual. He was a weapon, an honored heirloom seen by no one holding a lower class title... and so he was to carry himself as such. Carry himself in such a way that people should gaze upon with respect and beauty. He was to keep a certain facade about himself- never faltering, never slipping up and saying the wrong thing. Perfect. Elegant. And yet...
Warmth.
The first thing the tachi could feel when those eager lips pressed against his own. Mikazuki would have liked to think he was prepared for this- to think that such a proper sword as himself could expect the outcome. Nothing could surprise him anymore; no trick, battle, or turn of events had stumbled this prized possession. But this sensation, this rush of adrenaline had suddenly caught him completely off guard... it was truly captivating.
And then he noticed he was't breathing.
The sword was so shell shocked, so taken aback by these sudden rush of emotions that even his insides were failing to compute with it all. It was so strange, so exhilarating, but... right. It felt right. Every little piece of the puzzle lined up exactly as how it should, and Mikazuki was left awestruck by the pure passion from the slow and steady movements of the fox.
It's alright if he wasn't experienced, or even if he wasn't a good kisser at all- Mikazuki would never have paid mind to it. All he wanted now was to be close to Kogitsunemaru. To feel him and kiss him and kiss him again—
—the kiss. Now running completely on instinct he had pressed into it. Fully taking in the others lips. Exploring the small curves and edges of the shape he had seem to stare at quite often. His head tilts to the side, giving more room for even further exploration as his own face becomes completely enveloped by a blush.
Perhaps a selfish part of him took over at that moment. Perhaps it was alright to break away from that norm of nobility to do something strange... something romantic. But even those moments don't last forever.
When the kiss is finally broken away, Mikazuki himself is left in a breathless state. His hair slightly mangled and the blush on his face unwillingly to give way. All he could do now was stare at those eyes that were looking back at him. Those perfect, beautiful eyes—
—and then a laugh.
It started off as a light bubble in his throat, until it finally grew into a full-fledged chuckle. He was so happy, so spiraling with emotions that laughing was the only think his mind could possibly process at the moment. Surely this was an experience he was never going to forget. ]