[He should have probably predicted the question, probably asked carelessly, though it makes the samurai pause for a moment.]
You know I haven't been celebate. There is someone very dear to me.
[He wouldn't lie to Scaramouche even right now, though his comment is vague enough. He can ask more about it if he wanted to-- Kazuha would answer him truthfully. He knows either way if he was going to have to speak with him about his relationships, since he never really shared much about them before, terribly private as he is. It's different now.
The way Scaramouche touches him now is different than he has before. It's one other thing to get used to, like the kissing, though Kazuha hopes he never really does get used to it. There's just something exciting by always being surprised and blessed to be kissed by him. Selfishly he'd much rather focus on his hungry kisses and drinking in the sight of him mud smudged in clothing he'd picked for him, but he doesn't put off his answer for long.
His eyes flick down to the immortal's fingers, then to his face. His hands lace behind his head, stroking fingers through his hair affectionately. Were his hands dirty? Yes, but maybe Scaramouche won't notice.]
You couldn't see how I might have wanted you even if it was in front of you. I've spent months trying to show you that you mean much to me, but you seem frightened I'll get bored and leave you. And I think, on the other hand, we were meant to meet. The last Kaedehara and the creation of Raiden Ei. We'd not be so easily separated.
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You know I haven't been celebate. There is someone very dear to me.
[He wouldn't lie to Scaramouche even right now, though his comment is vague enough. He can ask more about it if he wanted to-- Kazuha would answer him truthfully. He knows either way if he was going to have to speak with him about his relationships, since he never really shared much about them before, terribly private as he is. It's different now.
The way Scaramouche touches him now is different than he has before. It's one other thing to get used to, like the kissing, though Kazuha hopes he never really does get used to it. There's just something exciting by always being surprised and blessed to be kissed by him. Selfishly he'd much rather focus on his hungry kisses and drinking in the sight of him mud smudged in clothing he'd picked for him, but he doesn't put off his answer for long.
His eyes flick down to the immortal's fingers, then to his face. His hands lace behind his head, stroking fingers through his hair affectionately. Were his hands dirty? Yes, but maybe Scaramouche won't notice.]
You couldn't see how I might have wanted you even if it was in front of you. I've spent months trying to show you that you mean much to me, but you seem frightened I'll get bored and leave you. And I think, on the other hand, we were meant to meet. The last Kaedehara and the creation of Raiden Ei. We'd not be so easily separated.