There is no other way to put it. Even if the noise is familiar and old, it seems so marvelous and new at the same time. The slightly mussed hair, the gentle dusting of faint red on Mikazuki's cheeks. The quirk of his lips as they curve upwards and the soft crinkle around his eyes and finally the abandonment of that carefully cradled restraint, letting himself just be. Everything about the other tachi can't ever be put into words.
Mikazuki looks overjoyed and it's something Kogitsunemaru can relate to and is fascinated by.
He can't help it, Mikazuki's laughter is infectious and Kogitsunemarz laughs, the noise low and softer than Mikazuki's. He doesn't want to overpower the sound of Mikazuki's precious, free laughter. On a sheer whim, Kogitsunemaru lowers his forehead to Mikazuki's, a gentle press of reassurance. This happened. The kiss happened. They're standing inside a messy kitchen, door opened wide enough for other swords to see them should they simply walk past.
Kogitsunemaru couldn't care less about them in that instant.
His arms are full of Mikazuki's warmth, learning the shape of Mikazuki's human body and imprinting it onto his memories. The sheer elation he is feeling is difficult to describe, difficult to put into words so Kogitsunemaru doesn't even bother.
Cloth rustles softly as he steals another quick peck from Mikazuki's lips before he draws the other closer until their chests are pressed flush against another. He doesn't know why such a simple gesture as hugging fills him with so much joy but it does, it does fill his chest with nothing but happiness.
He would be content to remain like this for the rest of their eternity.
But all good things must come to an end and slowly, Kogitsunemaru lets go of Mikazuki. His eyes are still fixed onto the other blade's, drawn in by the unusual vulnerability and comforting light.
A sudden wave of pure nostalgia washes over Kogitsunemaru though he can't explain why or how it got there or if it's even supposed to exist at all. But seeing Mikazuki's eyes look so unguarded feels right.
And it only feels right to give in to the urge and finally cup Mikazuki's cheek.
There is wonder in Kogitsunemaru's eyes when his fingers touch Mikazuki's cheek, hesitating for a moment before throwing all caution to the wind and pressing his palm against Mikazuki's cheek, half covering the blush. And the skin is warm, oh so warm just like Mikazuki's lips.
Which Kogitsunemaru kissed not too long ago.
Heat flares up in his own cheeks again because they really did that, didn't they? Kissing. And it was nice, it felt good, it felt... right. Right to be allowed to kiss Mikazuki. Right to feel Mikazuki's reaction, right to watch the sudden flare of passion.
Unconsciously, Kogitsunemaru's thumb begins to trace Mikazuki's cheekbone, his lips parting as if to say something-
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There is no other way to put it. Even if the noise is familiar and old, it seems so marvelous and new at the same time. The slightly mussed hair, the gentle dusting of faint red on Mikazuki's cheeks. The quirk of his lips as they curve upwards and the soft crinkle around his eyes and finally the abandonment of that carefully cradled restraint, letting himself just be. Everything about the other tachi can't ever be put into words.
Mikazuki looks overjoyed and it's something Kogitsunemaru can relate to and is fascinated by.
He can't help it, Mikazuki's laughter is infectious and Kogitsunemarz laughs, the noise low and softer than Mikazuki's. He doesn't want to overpower the sound of Mikazuki's precious, free laughter. On a sheer whim, Kogitsunemaru lowers his forehead to Mikazuki's, a gentle press of reassurance. This happened. The kiss happened. They're standing inside a messy kitchen, door opened wide enough for other swords to see them should they simply walk past.
Kogitsunemaru couldn't care less about them in that instant.
His arms are full of Mikazuki's warmth, learning the shape of Mikazuki's human body and imprinting it onto his memories. The sheer elation he is feeling is difficult to describe, difficult to put into words so Kogitsunemaru doesn't even bother.
Cloth rustles softly as he steals another quick peck from Mikazuki's lips before he draws the other closer until their chests are pressed flush against another. He doesn't know why such a simple gesture as hugging fills him with so much joy but it does, it does fill his chest with nothing but happiness.
He would be content to remain like this for the rest of their eternity.
But all good things must come to an end and slowly, Kogitsunemaru lets go of Mikazuki. His eyes are still fixed onto the other blade's, drawn in by the unusual vulnerability and comforting light.
A sudden wave of pure nostalgia washes over Kogitsunemaru though he can't explain why or how it got there or if it's even supposed to exist at all. But seeing Mikazuki's eyes look so unguarded feels right.
And it only feels right to give in to the urge and finally cup Mikazuki's cheek.
There is wonder in Kogitsunemaru's eyes when his fingers touch Mikazuki's cheek, hesitating for a moment before throwing all caution to the wind and pressing his palm against Mikazuki's cheek, half covering the blush. And the skin is warm, oh so warm just like Mikazuki's lips.
Which Kogitsunemaru kissed not too long ago.
Heat flares up in his own cheeks again because they really did that, didn't they? Kissing. And it was nice, it felt good, it felt... right. Right to be allowed to kiss Mikazuki. Right to feel Mikazuki's reaction, right to watch the sudden flare of passion.
Unconsciously, Kogitsunemaru's thumb begins to trace Mikazuki's cheekbone, his lips parting as if to say something-
But what?]