[ He stares down her sword, heart drumming in his chest and hands by his side, saved only because Rika is Rika but if it were anybody else...
He could kill a person. He knows he can. Even if he has nothing on his person, empty hands and wandering eyes, he could. That hesitation of her would be his weapon. ]
"Not yet," [ he repeats as she takes his face, as if feeling the words in his mouth, forcing himself to relax without a blade pointed at his face, knowing if their positions were switched, he could easily...
reach up and place his hands over hers, pressing the warmth to his cheeks. ]
You don't think I'm a monster. But you're not sure.
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He could kill a person. He knows he can. Even if he has nothing on his person, empty hands and wandering eyes, he could. That hesitation of her would be his weapon. ]
"Not yet," [ he repeats as she takes his face, as if feeling the words in his mouth, forcing himself to relax without a blade pointed at his face, knowing if their positions were switched, he could easily...
reach up and place his hands over hers, pressing the warmth to his cheeks. ]
You don't think I'm a monster. But you're not sure.