sunderings: (or hang myself on treason)
SION ASTAL. ([personal profile] sunderings) wrote in [community profile] pawnstorm 2016-05-25 02:19 am (UTC)

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[ There is a hand upon his cheek.

He does not hear the words which come after, briefly entranced by the touch and the slow-blooming mana exchange which it brings (devour it, consume the source), but as his golden eyes slit open, and just before he finds himself leaning into the palm of that hand, he...!

Tenses (if only for the briefest of moments), finds his bearings (he'd drifted, he'd fallen asleep, in the hot springs, no less), and blankets the hand upon his cheek with his own, slender fingers curling about larger ones as he lifts them away, settling Shunsui's palm atop the nearby rock.

For how long had he slept? Why had this man...? ]

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