his shoulders stiffened ever so slightly at the question. pale lips clamped shut as if such topic was not to be discussed. kaname understood && honestly, he did. still does — always. Memories of the past; back when he was young, kept replaying over && over again deep within his consciousness. Yet he remained silent, all burdens are all for himself to carry. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Aido — or Yuuki. Or… anyone else for that simple matter, really. But the fact that he wasn’t able to protect the parents whom had taught him all wonderful things, still haunts him even to this day. Such memories reminded him of his failure. His weakness. His incompetence as their son. He should’ve been stronger. Wiser. Even more cruel. Yet he wasn’t. He couldn’t —- he lacks all those things. A pregnant pause; then a turn of his head towards his subordinate’s direction. Pained hazel contacts hidden beneath mahogany tresses came into view as lips finally parted, letting out a curt reply. ‘ I do. One could never forget. ’
arrogantlycompassionate-deactiv: 'HAAAALLLTTT!!!! LORD KANAME'S CHEST SHOULD BE THE FOCUS POINT OF EVERYONE IN THE ROOM. Just LOOK at the perfectly proportionated curves he has, everything about Lord Kaname's body screams PERFECTION and nothing BELLOW THAT. You should treat his ASSETS with more RESPECT, you FILTHY HEATHENS!' Drops mic. Hana out.
Perfectly practiced smile graces his lips, however, his darkened face contradicted it all.
‘ Hanabusa, ’ calmly, he greeted the young noble. ‘ —- although I am flattered you think so highly of me, for you to insinuate my appeal
is nearly
as feminine, I’m afraid I’m taking offense. I’ll see to it you wouldn’t go unpunished. ’
