(He had realized the blade was pressing on his skin the moment it was first placed. It did nothing to get him to back down - much the opposite. The stare he gives the other, locked on the reddish eyes, is provoking, almost an invitation for him to do it.
He won't.
It seems like Akechi was on the same wavelength, because here he is, offering more of vulnerability and acceptance of the blade. It's an empty threat to drag it down, the tip of the knife covered but Akechi certanly could feel the sharpness it holds while Ren places it right under the Adam's Apple.
no subject
He won't.
It seems like Akechi was on the same wavelength, because here he is, offering more of vulnerability and acceptance of the blade. It's an empty threat to drag it down, the tip of the knife covered but Akechi certanly could feel the sharpness it holds while Ren places it right under the Adam's Apple.
Romantic.)
Isn't that how rivals die, after all?
(He laughs! God, he's having fun.
Psychos.)