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

[written-in-blue.livejournal.com]

*pets Echizen* Poor kid.

[meitachi.livejournal.com]

♥ for Ryoma, as always. It's nice to see behind his snark and cocky confidence.

[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.

[femme-cat.livejournal.com]

Looks like Echizen isn't such a cocky brat (most of the time). Really liking this.

[forochel.livejournal.com]

I've squeed about this once and I'll do it again: the samurai *thing* sits on Ryoma's personality so much better than uber!tennis prodigy.

Oh, Ryoma, I'll just sit here and be stringed along by Branch-san and be oblivious with you okay? We ought to be around the same age. Or maybe you'll be older.