[ He looks down at the streak of blood on his hand and lets go of his hand long enough to freeze it. Blood was power, but it was also a corrupting force. He's worked too long with the Hunters not to contain it the instant he spots it. Normally, he carried glass vials to seal the blood for trade, but here, he destroys it in a controlled blaze that instantly sublimes the ice leaving behind nothing but a dark stain where the blood once was and stems the flow of more with a layer of ice over the cut.
When he's done, he moves to take Allen's hand again, looking straight at him, and pulls him up off the comfortable bedding. This wasn't their home. It was a mirage and Shouto wanted nothing to do with anything that wasn't real which is why he held on to Allen firmly, unwilling to let him go.
Let's go find it.
He mouths silently, the echo in his mind eerily absent this time as he tugs him forward. No time to waste in illusions. ]
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When he's done, he moves to take Allen's hand again, looking straight at him, and pulls him up off the comfortable bedding. This wasn't their home. It was a mirage and Shouto wanted nothing to do with anything that wasn't real which is why he held on to Allen firmly, unwilling to let him go.
Let's go find it.
He mouths silently, the echo in his mind eerily absent this time as he tugs him forward. No time to waste in illusions. ]