you like depression because it matches your eyes

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

[oh look, a folded pocket knife just sitting on the floor and no one to be found. dare you touch it?]

{ooc; info on profile.}

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[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

If that's what you want, I'm not opposed to it.

[in fact, he's used to it too.]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[reaches his hands up to his chest, to trail them up, ghosting over his cheeks and his lips and nose, touching his hair lightly; it was a trick a Namine suggested]

You're very...slender? I suppose? You just feel....very light.

[means his bones]

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

It's in my design.

[he's still the entire time.] The cuts are quick and efficient.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

...Oh.

[hopes that the other doesn't see the need to cut him intentionally, and pulls back.]

Thank you. Not many people let me try to see them my way.

[smile]

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

[reaches out, ruffling Sora's hair.]

It's fine. I understand you are unable, and I appreciate helping.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[leans into the touch; he appreciates physical contact when he can get it]

Th...that's really nice. Not a lot of people like helping.

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

Something I can't relate with. However, I'm glad I pleased you.

[trailing fingers down and around Sora's neck to feel the hairs on the back.]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[that gains a shiver, and a pleased noise]

You...don't have to touch me if you don't want to. Lots don't.

[swallows, voice soft]

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

But I like to feel humans just as you do.

Such odd things.

[slowly massages his fingers between Sora's shoulders.]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

I..but I'm not totally human.

[swallows, wavering where he stands because it feels so very good.]

My arms and legs, some of my organs...they're all mechanical.

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

We have something in common then.

[just keeps on, as long as Sora enjoys himself.]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

You're mechanical too?

[blinks, shock showing on his face as he practically melts into the touches]

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

I am able to shift my limbs into any shaped blade I'd like. It's how my combat form functions.

[both hands on his shoulders now, he massages. oh, he's been through so many owners and told to do so many things that he knows what makes humans tick, and he knows how to make them feel good.]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[sighs sadly]

I....I wish I could see that.

[just leaning against him, murmuring quietly as Roxas touches him]

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

I would let you feel it if I wasn't afraid you'd hurt yourself.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[headtilt]

I wouldn't mind. I've been hurt much worse....before.

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't like to be held responsible if I can avoid it.

[trails up to the back of his neck again.]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[small smile up at the other]

Really, I've....I've been hurt worse. A cute wouldn't bother me.

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

I'll let you feel the smooth side.

[and that's all he says before he outstretches his arm to the side, the skin melting and shaping into a sickle-form. his hand reaches out to guide one of Sora's to the dull edge.]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[nearly blinding smile up at Roxas, his whole face lighting up because he's allowed to do this little thing. Gently, he strokes his fingers along the blade, trailing up the tip and sliding as far as he's allowed]

Beautiful....

[murmurs it, and means it]

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

[sighs softly, letting him do as he pleases to the blade. unlike humanesque body he possesses, it's fondling the metal parts of him that get him bothered, to be honest.]

Thank you.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

What color is it?

[still stroking, examining, fingers sliding along whatever he can.]

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

[rolls his shoulders a little, trying to shake the prickling feeling.]

Silver, with faded blue ridges.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[trying to feel the ridges now, stroking gently]

Neat.