#anonymouse.

the first time, entailed a glance; nothing more than a fleeting second of time to capture the beauty that was hidden for years– a boy naive, pure; so trusting of enemy & ally alike. a foolish, starry-eyed child that the outlaw yearned to crush.

the second, was no less enticing. the princeling’s first kill; a child left distraught, a blank canvas now spoiled by the crimson essence of human life. despair & fright clouded such wonderful eyes, leaving a child to question the ground of his morals– a beautiful sight in the eye of an individual eager to succumb to sadism. 

come the third, the outlaw bore witness to a child blossoming into a man of deceit; a mouth pure, poisoned by the toxin of a liar. a silvertongued snake, coercing the language of corruption to avert the shadows from the tainted ray of hope that composes the princeling.

by the fourth, it is a mere smile that steals the oxygen from his lungs. a small, burst of genuine youth curved upon such unfair lips. such raw innocence in a man hardened by war was hard to come by & for once, the outlaw didn’t want to take that away.

then there is the fifth time, a time where kamui isn’t even around; a moment when the outlaw found time for himself– alone in the shadows, only left with his thoughts. where the mind could only think of how the princeling could never be his-- how there was no merit to holding the heart of such a vile man. yet despite such a disappointing revelation, it made him yearn for kamui even more.

symbol kiss meme. // not accepting.             a kiss on a scar / bruise.

it sticks out like a sore thumb, the blemish that marred such beautiful skin. suppose that’s why the outlaw was so drawn to it; after all it did look like it HURT. the bruise expanded along kamui’s side, almost a good few inches in width & practically the length of niles’ hand. 

an injury that told a tale of the frequent dance of battle; the fruit of an enemy MERCILESS to a crown-shadowed child. through the eye of its beholder, it was a beauty of its own-- accenting the host with whispers of pain & triumph.