PoT: Translated: Convex

[branchandroot]

Fic post from my archive.

Convex

Echizen cleans his sword and thinks about his new place. Drama, I-3

Ryouma sat in his rooms in the middle town, with his sword over his knees, cleaning it. His hands moved automatically, years and years of familiarity guiding them while his eyes rested on the blade without seeing it.

Comments

[lady-readwolf.livejournal.com]

.... seriously. these bits are just the teasers, right? you're purposely stringing us along, tiny bit by tiny bit until we're being reason, salivating and craving more. Right?

[giggles] I'm going to go crazy enjoying reading this... I can tell. It's already begun.

[branchandroot]

Well, I do need to set it all up properly. *angelic expression*

*giggling* Seriously, though. Most parts will be fairly short, but there's action coming!