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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[branchandroot]

*nodnod* Echizen around people and Echizen when he's alone often seem to be quite different, when I read/watch the series. I hoped to give him some of his proper depth, for these stories; good to hear it worked out! *pleased*