yuuton

[yuuton]

Something about listening to a pulse is so intimate to me. Feeling the beat of someone else's heart pulse against your fingertips; the very rhytmn that's keeping them alive.

And I'm thinking about listening to Blade's pulse on his wrist but it's too soft so you feel for the impulse on his chest instead and it's a moment that is comforting and a little melancholic. The gentle pulsing of his heart against your fingertips, a reminder that he is so alive despite the deathly chill of his skin and the numbness in his hands. Alive despite his many deaths and eternal suffering. Alive despite the humanity he has long forgotten about.

But with your hand, a small but unyielding warmth on his skin, and the relief in your gaze—being alive, though not human, is worth all the pain and misery to Blade.