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.

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[meitachi.livejournal.com]

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

[branchandroot]

*nodnod* He's one of those characters who's so reserved, I can't help feeling he's given to introspection. *grins* At least when he's not busy mouthing off. Back to the action next, though!