#halfearl

       there were few times in the samurai’s life where he let himself relax, where he allowed his shoulders to fall and breathing to even out, and his mind to float off somewhere distant and far away. usually, those times were saved for meditation. the japanese male would sit himself cross legged and straight, breathing slow and steady as he released the tension in his body and focused on nothing and everything all at once. the sounds of the birds in the trees, the rustle of leaves, and a trickle in the stream.

           it was the first time since finding him, that kanda allowed himself a moment of peace, setting himself calmly in the yard of whatever cabin they decided to stay at for that evening. to his knowledge, the noah was asleep and this was probably the only moment’s peace he was going to get for a while, so he wanted to take advantage.

           kanda was only several minutes into his trance when he was roughly pulled away, shoulders again strung tight, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed. his gaze was heavy on the gleaming gold that was the noah’s, only shifting away for a moment to take note of his mugen in the other’s grasp before flashing back.

           “ do you have a death wish? ” the samurai hissed, finding himself slowly raising to his feet, fingers flexing before they clenched into fists. he could summon mugen back into his body and allow the innocence to melt within the other’s grasp, but that would be going about it the easy way.

hug

          There was a stiffness as arms encircled the shorter male. Body’s pressed together in an embrace—he lingered too long to be considered comfortable for either of them. His chin just rested at the top of his head—–voice attempting to sound cheerful? but faltering to a mocking tone. 

     there’s a short pause before the mage turns his head ever so slightly, his gaze lands upon the dismembered limb resting now upon his shoulder, heavy and cold. instead of jumping back and screaming like any normal person would do, henry raises his hand and wraps his fingers around those of the rotting appendage. 

“                  oh, marvelous!”  he’s practically beaming as he gleefully shakes it, “i’ve been looking for one of these….nea, you know me too well!”

Injured/Bleeding Sentence Starters || @halfearl​

         it wasn’t the fact that the noah had appeared that irked kanda; no, he was already used to that blubbering fool appearing at the worst times. it was the name that fell past those stupid lips, that nickname that the fourteenth just loved to call the japanese male. it sets a switch off in the samurai, raising his temper, he can feel his body getting hot as he turns his cobalt hues to the annoying glimmer of gold that stares mockingly back.

        as soon as the question of food passes through his mouth, kanda’s fingers curl into a fist and his arm shoots out - a quick jab to the throat. the gasping wheeze that leaves the noah sends a tingle down kanda’s spine, ( good ) he thinks, as he sees the man double over, gasping and clutching his throat.

Well, that’s a colorful mental image. “Did you at least get it back? An eye for an eye– Or, well, a hand for a hand?”