[The even thrum of a machine coming to life surges, disturbing the sleek apertures - they shake, seem to close in. Suddenly, the inside of the machine is organic. Alive. A rib cage that encases what's vital to its life.
Mikazuki. It's heart.
Takasugi expects something of the connection between the two, so physical it must be tangible. Like a pinprick, a constant itch, or an ache.
Not what he sees.
Watching Mikazuki writhe makes Takasugi's gut churn, the shift in atmosphere no doubt at fault, but unnoticed. He isn't concerned, that there's something to overtake only means that the boy will surmount.
But it lends credence to the life of the creature they're enveloped in. A creature Mikazuki has rent and tempered into a weapon for himself, at once symbiotic and dominant. His blood drifts through the air, cost paid for obedience in the only bond that demons understand.
Takasugi lifts a hand and presses a droplet between thumb and forefinger, smearing it across his skin. Still warm-]
Can it be soothed? [Tamed, perhaps in some measure. But truly quelled in its bloodthirst?
no subject
Mikazuki. It's heart.
Takasugi expects something of the connection between the two, so physical it must be tangible. Like a pinprick, a constant itch, or an ache.
Not what he sees.
Watching Mikazuki writhe makes Takasugi's gut churn, the shift in atmosphere no doubt at fault, but unnoticed. He isn't concerned, that there's something to overtake only means that the boy will surmount.
But it lends credence to the life of the creature they're enveloped in. A creature Mikazuki has rent and tempered into a weapon for himself, at once symbiotic and dominant. His blood drifts through the air, cost paid for obedience in the only bond that demons understand.
Takasugi lifts a hand and presses a droplet between thumb and forefinger, smearing it across his skin. Still warm-]
Can it be soothed? [Tamed, perhaps in some measure. But truly quelled in its bloodthirst?
Takasugi doubts it.]