[ Katsura seems more than happy to be picked up and kissed, nearly squealing with delight, but he doesn't actually make the sound. Zura does hum as he feels his lip teased, fingers gripping at Tatsuma's back before he is placed on the bed and takes a moment to stretch and arch his back to get comfortable, arms reaching above his hand and brushing into his hair that frames his head. He settles for keeping his wrists above his head for now. A very small smile is on his face, but his gaze is warm.. up until Sakamoto asks that question, and his expression relaxes to something pensive.
It's a hard question to answer. Katsura would actually much rather be dead than up in space, forbidden to go back home. Something about dying loyally on a country he was so devoted to brought him peace, and that's what he wanted.. was peace. Though, he didn't want to die alone in a cell, either. He felt so old, but he knew he was young, and there were many other things he wanted to accomplish that didn't actually revolve around changing Japan.
Like being in love.
As he thinks of something to say, he's just staring at Sakamoto before his gaze flicks up to the ceiling. ]
I am not ready for death, Sakamoto. I felt like I was as I was in that dirty cell, but I was just miserable. Until I am ready for death to claim me, I will travel the stars with you. [ Which is true. He isn't ready for death. And for that reason, maybe that prevents him from being mad at Sakamoto. He reaches up slowly and brushes his knuckles against Sakamoto's cheek. ]
I have no reason not to. I've pledged my loyalty to you; isn't that enough to let you understand I am not mad with you?
Where you go, I can find happiness. And not anger.
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It's a hard question to answer.
Katsura would actually much rather be dead than up in space, forbidden to go back home. Something about dying loyally on a country he was so devoted to brought him peace, and that's what he wanted.. was peace.
Though, he didn't want to die alone in a cell, either. He felt so old, but he knew he was young, and there were many other things he wanted to accomplish that didn't actually revolve around changing Japan.
Like being in love.
As he thinks of something to say, he's just staring at Sakamoto before his gaze flicks up to the ceiling. ]
I am not ready for death, Sakamoto. I felt like I was as I was in that dirty cell, but I was just miserable.
Until I am ready for death to claim me, I will travel the stars with you.
[ Which is true. He isn't ready for death. And for that reason, maybe that prevents him from being mad at Sakamoto.
He reaches up slowly and brushes his knuckles against Sakamoto's cheek. ]
I have no reason not to.
I've pledged my loyalty to you; isn't that enough to let you understand I am not mad with you?
Where you go, I can find happiness.
And not anger.