Himura Kenshin (heartofthesword) wrote in cedarridge_rp, @ 2016-04-04 01:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: himura kenshin, character: sayuri masaki, thread: in progress |
Who: Sayuri and Kenshin
Where: Ren's place!
When: 4/3, late afternoon, early evening
What: Kenshin's been trying to hide the fact that he's getting nicer.
Rating: TBD~
Kenshin was a man who rarely let his emotions register beyond a faint flicker behind his usually frigid, violet eyes. He had spent years accustomed to a lonely life, a life spent as a blade wielded by whomever took him up in arms. Kylo Ren had not been different so much from others he had served in lifetime, not that the ambivalent vampire had cared to notice at least. He killed, guided only by the prejudice of the one who wielded him.
He hadn't known what to do with Sayuri when she had been given to him, and sometimes he still wasn't sure than he knew what was best for a slave. Other masters had a firmer hand than he. For the bloody reputation that lingered upon the legend of the Battousai, Kenshin seemed hesitant to discipline or treat Sayuri with the cruelty that a Knight of Ren would be expected to exhibit. And that hesitance would develop slowly into something almost like kindness.
For a week now, Kenshin had harvested a particularly pretty flower or leaf from a tree, placing it on Sayuri's pillow for her to find almost shyly. He assumed she would know from whom they came, but he did so secretly nonetheless. Today the vampire rested a perfect leaf from a tree the locals called a Japanese maple upon her pillow, smiling maybe slightly as he did so before preparing to leave her quarters.