[ his lips part, then shut again. he doesn't.. think he's dying? he's been sick before-- he's sick a couple of times a year. but then, he's rarely been this sick, and it is kind of alarming. what will happen to his spirits if he does die? he thinks he put enough into bringing them to life that they'd be okay physically, but..
and he knows many of them worry. after all, it's hard for them, outliving their masters, being passed to new ones. and in such uncertain circumstances like this.. well.
he flushes, not entirely fever, as tsurumaru drapes the jacket over his shoulders, slowly sinking back down onto the couch. skinny fingers lift, clutching the edges of white fabric, heart clenching painfully in his chest at the display from one of his most aloof spirits. for a moment, his eyes are hot, vision blurring-- but he blinks away any hint of moisture, bobbing a tiny nod. ]
.. I won't die. [ it's a quiet declaration, but there's some force in it, too. ] I-- [ a shaky breath, pale eyes lifting to meet tsurumaru's briefly, then flitting away again. ] Okay. You don't have to, though.
so many impure swords........
and he knows many of them worry. after all, it's hard for them, outliving their masters, being passed to new ones. and in such uncertain circumstances like this.. well.
he flushes, not entirely fever, as tsurumaru drapes the jacket over his shoulders, slowly sinking back down onto the couch. skinny fingers lift, clutching the edges of white fabric, heart clenching painfully in his chest at the display from one of his most aloof spirits. for a moment, his eyes are hot, vision blurring-- but he blinks away any hint of moisture, bobbing a tiny nod. ]
.. I won't die. [ it's a quiet declaration, but there's some force in it, too. ] I-- [ a shaky breath, pale eyes lifting to meet tsurumaru's briefly, then flitting away again. ] Okay. You don't have to, though.