Jan 27, 2016
He took to a habit of watching those closest to him from a distance. Even if he’d only exchanged a few short words with them, he’d stay and keep a crimson eye onward.
Hiei did that for Yukina, and for the third time since his arrival, he did so toward Feitan. Always in the shadows, he followed quietly, arms tucked in his vest jacket pockets.
In a pale cool evening, Hiei’s steps fell on his heels to soften his steps. He would only stop in the narrow streets of France, once the other estranged demon’s own steps halted.
