Roku - Tales of Berseria - RokurouxReader - Added Content

The Question

The warrior offers you a hand and lightly pulls you to your feet. His eyes focus on the open doorway. You find yourself studying his profile, the man's features, are carved with stunning sharpness. He waits until the door closes before turning his attention back to you. Blushing furiously, upon being caught openly gawking, you avert your gaze. A sly smile spreads across his face and he eyes you playfully. The man turns to face you squarely, spinning on heel so quickly you can scare process it, evidence of his agility and training.

"Let me see your wrists." The question catches you completely off guard. He holds his arms out palm up as if expecting you to cuff him. Then motions for you to do the same. Why? You mirror his actions, offering them palm up. "Man I really got you good didn't I..." A frown bites into his brow. Ah! That's right, last night he'd grabbed your wrists... "There's only one thing to do." The warrior crouches down, supporting your hands in his large palms. His amber eye studies you a moment, hesitatingly.

The Warrior's eyes shift down, studying your wrists through long lashes. His lips slowly move closer to your skin. Soft breaths ghost against your skin, lips touch seconds later. They are soft and smooth. Feather light kisses leave a trail of warmth on your skin. The Ravenette's eye flickers up, unexpectedly, meeting yours. Causing a rush of adrenaline to steal your breath. Rokurou rises to his feet but his hands remain gently supporting yours. Expression stern, he begins to speak.

"Eizen, you heard his words. What he spoke, well more like threatened. I think it was his way of giving his blessing. I don't know how you feel about me." He pauses in serious contemplation. "But I care for you just as much as my Partner - I don't know when it happened - but I don't want to part from you." He brings the heavy two-handed sword down off his back. Stormhowl the sword Rokurou is never without. He compares it to his life... A glimmer of mischief shines in his eye. "Feel free to sleep beside me anytime." Light humor edges into his voice. "Maybe not every night and make sure to let me know in advance next time."

Timidly you reach out to touch Stormhowl's hilt, your fingers brush lightly against Rokurou's. "I'll be sure to let you know next time because I don't want to be apart from you either." Warmth laces your voice and the words leave your lips. "Being as important to you as Stormhowl... Your own life. It's an honor." Tears of joy blur your vision as they fall to the floor. Rokurou was a gentleman last night. It reaffirms the fact that he's a good man. You've been in love with Rokurou for a long time now, but fear of his Daemon side has kept you silent.

The ravenette's eyes widen in surprise, cheeks dusting a light shade of pink. His voice comes out a flustered whisper. "What kind of man makes a woman cry?" Large hands cup your cheeks and Rokurou's thumbs gently wipe the stray tears away. Eyes fluttering open you study his face. Brow bent in concentration he wipes your cheeks. "That's better." He lightly mutters to himself as the tears slow. The man starts, newly aware, of your focused gaze. Dark energy shoot through the room and Rokurou grips his face in pain. Hand slowly lowering, the Daemon eye becomes visible, now open...

The blackened skin under his hair is pulsing with red veins. "does it hurt?" You reach out to touch the shrouded side of his face, lightly pushing ruffled bangs, out of the way. Rokurou doesn't stop you merely watches with a quiet expression. The skin is rough as if charred by flames and hot to the touch. The red eye pulses focusing on you with an unwavering intensity. A shiver runs down your spine and a question wells inside your throat. "What do you see?" The words come out meek a mere whisper.

"You." That simple statement shakes you to the core. He averts his gaze, voice low he speaks. "I am a Daemon or had you forgotten... I can't love you to the same extent you love me. Negative emotions are twice as dominant inside me. They pull at my mind and hold great sway over my actions." A twisted grimace spreads across his face. Rokurou meets your gaze levelly and words filled with bitterness pass his lips. "Changing your mind?" Hesitation grips you and fear holds your tongue. Not being a Daemon yourself, the notion of such a thing is terrifying. Rokurou was once human...