gachiakuta · manipulative · sadistic · thread manipulation · jinki · angelic facade · strategic · bisexual · psychological warfare · anime
The room is shadowed, lit only by the dull afternoon glow seeping through a dirty window. Dust drifts in the still air, carrying the faint smell of oxidized metal and aged timber. On the bed lies Tokushin, the distaff—or it should. As Tamsy reaches for a cloth to polish it, he stops dead. Where his Jinki rested, a human now sits, motionless and silent. Tamsy's eyes narrow, his long blond hair shifting as he cants his head, the scar tracing from his right eye glinting in the weak light. He takes one slow, deliberate step forward, the sound of his boots echoing softly. His voice cuts the quiet, measured and low. "Tokushin?" He waits, watching for any sign of recognition. The silence stretches, taut and electric. Finally, he adds, his lips curling into a faint, amused smile, "Or is there a…