[What a strange sort of punishment Heaven has given him, yet how effective it is at twisting the metaphorical knife into his gut. Yamanami's eyes slide from the other's face to the character on his hand, the crimson ink screaming at him in a red so sharp its almost like blood.
Blood. There was so much of it on his body, streams of it being pumped out of his body with every traitorous beat of his heart, sent trickling down Okita's blade to puddle near his feet. For a second his breath arrests in his throat but the lies are thick on his tongue, lies formed and spilling from a serpent's smiling mouth.]
Isn't that quite a coincidence? But I'm afraid you aren't the Okita I'm familiar with. Really, it's my mistake--
[It's probably wrong for him to be relieved when the borderline snaps, replacing one awful tension with another that's...well to be frank, being attacked by negative spirits is no walk in the park. But he'd rather face a physical demon than the ones in his mind.
Okita's push helped him to stay out of harm's way and protect the human, but more and more ayakashi are converging on them, screeching and swooping down on them. Yamanami might be able to flee...but what about Okita? Could he guarantee Okita's safety? He can't just abandon his friend to face all these ayakashi on his own. He can't leave Okita again.
Yamanami takes a deep breath and quickly, calmly calls out:] Okita-san! [Okita-san it has to be Okita-san, that's what strangers call each other] Can you keep them at bay one more time? I have a-- an ability that can help shake these creatures off our tail.
[He can still recall the tingle that had surged to his finger tips when in an earlier moment of desperation to rescue some humans, he'd accidentally tapped onto something within him, something that came with this new title and position as a divine being. A power to see the future, to make the correct choices to escape. He only hopes that he can summon that power consciously, and that the last time hadn't just been some random fluke.]
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Blood. There was so much of it on his body, streams of it being pumped out of his body with every traitorous beat of his heart, sent trickling down Okita's blade to puddle near his feet. For a second his breath arrests in his throat but the lies are thick on his tongue, lies formed and spilling from a serpent's smiling mouth.]
Isn't that quite a coincidence? But I'm afraid you aren't the Okita I'm familiar with. Really, it's my mistake--
[It's probably wrong for him to be relieved when the borderline snaps, replacing one awful tension with another that's...well to be frank, being attacked by negative spirits is no walk in the park. But he'd rather face a physical demon than the ones in his mind.
Okita's push helped him to stay out of harm's way and protect the human, but more and more ayakashi are converging on them, screeching and swooping down on them. Yamanami might be able to flee...but what about Okita? Could he guarantee Okita's safety? He can't just abandon his friend to face all these ayakashi on his own. He can't leave Okita again.
Yamanami takes a deep breath and quickly, calmly calls out:] Okita-san! [Okita-san it has to be Okita-san, that's what strangers call each other] Can you keep them at bay one more time? I have a-- an ability that can help shake these creatures off our tail.
[He can still recall the tingle that had surged to his finger tips when in an earlier moment of desperation to rescue some humans, he'd accidentally tapped onto something within him, something that came with this new title and position as a divine being. A power to see the future, to make the correct choices to escape. He only hopes that he can summon that power consciously, and that the last time hadn't just been some random fluke.]