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kokoronashi2015-02-08 05:13 am
takenaka) wrote in kokoronashi2015-02-08 05:13 am
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[ tourabu : white is the purest colour ]
white is the purest colour
fandom touken ranbu
pairing mob!saniwa/tsurumaru
style drabble
length 252
'anticipation' for genprompt bingo. this all started because i got a second tsurumaru and lain was being awful-slash-wonderful?? about it i suppose
“My, my, this is certainly a surprise.”
Even though it shouldn't be, he thought as soon as he said that. He should have learnt by now, that people wanted him. People truly, really, wanted him. And why would it be different now? The times might have changed, and with it buildings have changed, weapons have changed, even animals and mountains changed to certain extents.
Only three things didn't: one, in that he was still beautiful. Two, in that people didn't, still greedy as ever and captivated by his beauty, even if their names and looks might have changed. Three, in that he still can't help but love his master.
Or in this case, his masters.
Tsurumaru watched all the pair of eyes fixated on him. They all belonged to 'Saniwa', although how many of them, he could not count and didn't think he needed to. He loved them all the same – deeply and madly and devotedly like a sword was to love their master, whether they wanted to or not.
“If you would have me, master,” he said. He chuckled. Oh, how his nonchalance surprised him. Nonchalance, at the face of all the eyes hungry for him, some shamelessly so, some not as shamelessly so, but hungry, nonetheless. Of course they would want him. He corrected himself: “If you want me now, masters.”
Shedding off his coat with a coy and knowing smile, he thought that it wouldn't be bad to be dyed in white, once in a while.
fandom touken ranbu
pairing mob!saniwa/tsurumaru
style drabble
length 252
'anticipation' for genprompt bingo. this all started because i got a second tsurumaru and lain was being awful-slash-wonderful?? about it i suppose
“My, my, this is certainly a surprise.”
Even though it shouldn't be, he thought as soon as he said that. He should have learnt by now, that people wanted him. People truly, really, wanted him. And why would it be different now? The times might have changed, and with it buildings have changed, weapons have changed, even animals and mountains changed to certain extents.
Only three things didn't: one, in that he was still beautiful. Two, in that people didn't, still greedy as ever and captivated by his beauty, even if their names and looks might have changed. Three, in that he still can't help but love his master.
Or in this case, his masters.
Tsurumaru watched all the pair of eyes fixated on him. They all belonged to 'Saniwa', although how many of them, he could not count and didn't think he needed to. He loved them all the same – deeply and madly and devotedly like a sword was to love their master, whether they wanted to or not.
“If you would have me, master,” he said. He chuckled. Oh, how his nonchalance surprised him. Nonchalance, at the face of all the eyes hungry for him, some shamelessly so, some not as shamelessly so, but hungry, nonetheless. Of course they would want him. He corrected himself: “If you want me now, masters.”
Shedding off his coat with a coy and knowing smile, he thought that it wouldn't be bad to be dyed in white, once in a while.