[So white. So pure. So cold. So easily stained yet so easily restored to that pure whiteness as well.
Sometimes Mikazuki wonders which Tsurumaru prefers. He does seem to relish being covered in blood.
As for himself... it's true that he cares. Probably too much. And it's probably why he does everything he does in the dark, where no one else can see it, so they won't be troubled. Just like the Crescent Moon hides most of itself, to only leave that sliver of blinding light that attracts attention away from the dark parts.]
You can't, or you won't?
What are you afraid of, Tsurumaru Kuninaga?
[They are alike, and yet different. And Mikazuki knows one thing. He hates being alone. He has spent so much time shut off in the dark.]
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Sometimes Mikazuki wonders which Tsurumaru prefers. He does seem to relish being covered in blood.
As for himself... it's true that he cares. Probably too much. And it's probably why he does everything he does in the dark, where no one else can see it, so they won't be troubled. Just like the Crescent Moon hides most of itself, to only leave that sliver of blinding light that attracts attention away from the dark parts.]
You can't, or you won't?
What are you afraid of, Tsurumaru Kuninaga?
[They are alike, and yet different. And Mikazuki knows one thing. He hates being alone. He has spent so much time shut off in the dark.]
What is it that you don't want me to see?