[ hades tilts his head to the side slowly, as if considering something again. the sword is still between them, obstructing part of their eye contact. after the pause, he reaches up to grip it with his bare hand, tightly enough for him to move it to the side. if his hand is cut, he doesn't even glance at it.
he leans in closer, keeping eye contact until their foreheads are almost touching. hades gives him another smile before pressing his mouth to mitsunari's. it might merely be physical contact, but there is no heat in hades' skin. he feels cold and too unyielding. ]
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[ hades tilts his head to the side slowly, as if considering something again. the sword is still between them, obstructing part of their eye contact. after the pause, he reaches up to grip it with his bare hand, tightly enough for him to move it to the side. if his hand is cut, he doesn't even glance at it.
he leans in closer, keeping eye contact until their foreheads are almost touching. hades gives him another smile before pressing his mouth to mitsunari's. it might merely be physical contact, but there is no heat in hades' skin. he feels cold and too unyielding. ]