bringing sexy back
Because this was the best meme ever and also I have so many glorious new fandoms (Ben January! Sleepy Hollow! Seirei no Moribito! bits of Teen Wolf apparently, god help me. and lots more) , and also because
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1. His first lover was a distinguished widower, an artist and philosopher with sad sea-grey eyes. They had an unusual friendship - Hiromasa was not really sophisticated enough to keep up, though he loved the colours and passion in the man's work - they shared soft touches and laughs more often than deep thoughts. Hiromasa had not meant to court him, but it felt right, and some of the sadness had lifted from the man's eyes.
2. Hiromasa loves the moment when he makes his lovers relax and set aside their burden - and all the people he is attracted to carry burdens, though of different types. He thinks of it is lucky enough that he is able to practice, again and again, how best to please people.
3. Seimei loves all the things that Hiromasa can do with his mouth. But he is always quick, always laughing, and it is difficult to pin him down enough to calm him. It's Seimei's suggestion they start using silk bounds. Hiromasa learns to tie knots in a way that is safe but difficult to escape without magic. Hiromasa never insists on it, but he loves that moment of softness when Seimei decides that he will not escape this time.
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AND silk bondage, which is the best thing ever and should be explored in depth because yes.
also, ♥♥♥
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Centuries over centuries of sly, bored contempt for all living things, and sky and stars staying the same. Nothing is ever new - straight until Hiromasa is.
Seimei clutches to his amusement at first, likening himself to a cat with a new toy, something to be played with and discarded at a whim. Hiromasa is refreshing in his naivety and courageous cowardise, easy to laugh at, sweet, nothing more. Seimei tells himself that until the day he watches Hiromasa give his hand unflinchingly to Lady Sukihime's demon fangs, use his music to guide her gently into human's form; and after that, the lie doesn't much hold.
Kindness turns out to be a drug he can't get enough of.
Seimei tells himself, as a last bastion of resistance, that he's perfectly comfortable with watching the mortal world burn around him, crumble into dust, that by involving he's only indulging Hiromasa's whims, playing at benevolence. But the truth is - and in the end, alone with himself, Seimei will always come to truth and truth alone - every word Hiromasa says, and every flutter of his awkward hands, and every note floating out of his flute is another stitch pinning Seimei to the fabric of the mortal world and holding him fast.
Seimei finds that he doesn't mind. Centuries of loneliness still stretch ahead, and the sky and the stars stay unchanged, but for now? Everything is new.
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