( It is dangerous to get this close, to push against the barrier, and to push his luck so far. The black crane watches Mikazuki intensely. He'd tried to avoid looking at him for so long but now, he can't seem to take his eyes off of the other sword, eyes completely locked on Mikazuki's.
Bound hands slowly reach up to touch Mikazuki's hand. They move heavily, as if weighed down by something invisible, and hesitant fingers wrap around MIkazuki's wrist. At first, his hold is weak but it begins to tighten, finger nails digging into his skin with more and more force. Despite the force, his grip feels unsteady-- like he's desperately trying to hold onto lest he fall.
His lips part, he tries to speak, and he looks away, bowing his head down and letting out a cry-- angry and in pain. The candle flames flicker wildly, the protective charms rattle against the strings. There's suddenly a lot of energy focused within this one spot. It feels like a battlefield, tense and conflicting, )
I...! ( Head still bowed down, the tatami in front of him stained with drops of black blood. The color brightens as black smoke rises from the stains, leaving behind only red. His hold on Mikazuki is so tight. He coughs and more black blood falls, turning red, ) I'm Tsurumaru Kuninaga...!
( He screams and lets go of Mikazuki, crumbling onto the floor just as a flash of bright light and a flurry of pink explodes inside the barrier. When it passes, an all too familiar white cloak rests on top of a white haired spirit. He lays on the ground, breathing heavy and hard, red on the edge of his mouth. Through his bangs, golden eyes look up at Mikazuki tiredly.
Despite it all, he smiles and weakly whispers, his breath hoarse, )
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Bound hands slowly reach up to touch Mikazuki's hand. They move heavily, as if weighed down by something invisible, and hesitant fingers wrap around MIkazuki's wrist. At first, his hold is weak but it begins to tighten, finger nails digging into his skin with more and more force. Despite the force, his grip feels unsteady-- like he's desperately trying to hold onto lest he fall.
His lips part, he tries to speak, and he looks away, bowing his head down and letting out a cry-- angry and in pain. The candle flames flicker wildly, the protective charms rattle against the strings. There's suddenly a lot of energy focused within this one spot. It feels like a battlefield, tense and conflicting, )
I...! ( Head still bowed down, the tatami in front of him stained with drops of black blood. The color brightens as black smoke rises from the stains, leaving behind only red. His hold on Mikazuki is so tight. He coughs and more black blood falls, turning red, ) I'm Tsurumaru Kuninaga...!
( He screams and lets go of Mikazuki, crumbling onto the floor just as a flash of bright light and a flurry of pink explodes inside the barrier. When it passes, an all too familiar white cloak rests on top of a white haired spirit. He lays on the ground, breathing heavy and hard, red on the edge of his mouth. Through his bangs, golden eyes look up at Mikazuki tiredly.
Despite it all, he smiles and weakly whispers, his breath hoarse, )
... Are you surprised?