@anemaine ▎* and perhaps the offering of the dendrobium, a ploy to witness a smile, is really a scheme to convince his own mind of the difference between the person in front of him and the person he sees when he closes his eyes. the smile, despite the prevalent want to see it regardless, would aid in separating this violet—haired man from the picture of the shogun that plagues his memory. surely, if he coaxed out a grin, it would highlight to him how their similarities are few and thin, how they’re barely a significant feature at all. he wants it to do so. the expression that the other wears is hard to read, truth hidden behind an intricately woven veil usually, though this time kazuha finds himself lost in the emotion across the other’s face. there’s too much of it to identify anything at all. * a gift. for you.