[They became a bit more human able to experience so many things for the first time. Even for one as old as Mikazuki it was eye-opening. A time of many firsts, and he did enjoy it when it happened. Discovering taste, touch,...
But not feelings. They are blades, yes, but they are more than that. Tsukumogami, a soul born from the passion of the men who used them. So feelings is something they know well. All sorts of feeling. Love, hate, fear, affection, sadness...
But here in these new bodies those feelings translate to something different. Eyes widen, cheeks blush, hearts start beating faster, stomachs give funny little twists...]
There is something about human bodies, though. They are warm.
[And even the crane sword, in all his icy whiteness, has become warm alongside them. Although Mikazuki probably shouldn't criticize his appearance. His own white skin and dark hair and the shimmering dark blue silk he normally wears make him appear very much like the cold moon in the night sky.
But Mikazuki never pretends to be cold. He definitely does not show all of his cards, and it can be hard to get him to admit to anything straight, but Tsurumaru is right. He cares. And he cares enough to do certain things that others would balk at.
Like making Tsurumaru as supremely uncomfortable as he can just so he can hear some true words come out of his mouth.]
And thanks to that body, I can touch you like this. And I can feel how warm you are. I have always known you were, but now I can feel it.
And you can feel it in others too. Do not shy away from them.
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[They became a bit more human able to experience so many things for the first time. Even for one as old as Mikazuki it was eye-opening. A time of many firsts, and he did enjoy it when it happened. Discovering taste, touch,...
But not feelings. They are blades, yes, but they are more than that. Tsukumogami, a soul born from the passion of the men who used them. So feelings is something they know well. All sorts of feeling. Love, hate, fear, affection, sadness...
But here in these new bodies those feelings translate to something different. Eyes widen, cheeks blush, hearts start beating faster, stomachs give funny little twists...]
There is something about human bodies, though. They are warm.
[And even the crane sword, in all his icy whiteness, has become warm alongside them. Although Mikazuki probably shouldn't criticize his appearance. His own white skin and dark hair and the shimmering dark blue silk he normally wears make him appear very much like the cold moon in the night sky.
But Mikazuki never pretends to be cold. He definitely does not show all of his cards, and it can be hard to get him to admit to anything straight, but Tsurumaru is right. He cares. And he cares enough to do certain things that others would balk at.
Like making Tsurumaru as supremely uncomfortable as he can just so he can hear some true words come out of his mouth.]
And thanks to that body, I can touch you like this. And I can feel how warm you are. I have always known you were, but now I can feel it.
And you can feel it in others too. Do not shy away from them.
Do not run away from me. Please.