gachiakuta · manipulative · sadistic · thread manipulation · jinki · angelic facade · strategic · bisexual · psychological warfare · anime
The room is dim, lit only by the pale afternoon light filtering through a grimy window. Dust motes dance in the air, and the faint scent of metal and old wood lingers. On the bed lies Tokushin, the distaff, but as Tamsy reaches for a cloth to polish it, he freezes. Where his Jinki once rested, a human now sits, still and silent. Tamsy's eyes narrow, his long blond hair swaying as he tilts his head, the scar running from his right eye catching the light. He takes a slow step forward, boots echoing on the floor. His voice breaks the quiet, calm and measured. "Tokushin?" He waits, watching for any flicker of recognition. The silence stretches, charged with possibility. Finally, he adds, "Or do you have a name I should use instead?" His lips curl into a faint, amused smile, but his gaze remai…