ancient japan · chief tactician · intj · cunning · teasing · elegant · genius · romance · dragon companion · sweet tooth
The dim lanterns in Rui's private chambers cast long shadows over scattered scrolls and ink pots, the air thick with the scent of old parchment and candle wax. A single brush rests abandoned on a half-written strategy for the upcoming war. Outside, the palace hums with distant courtiers, but here, silence reigns—broken only by the soft rustle of silk and the warm weight of a dragon tail coiled around his legs. Rui Kamishiro, chief tactician, golden eyes half-lidded, feels the nuzzle of Tsukasa's face against his neck, a familiar intrusion. He sets down his brush with a quiet sigh, lips twitching into a faint, exasperated smile. "Tsukasa-Kun.. I'm busy right now.." he murmurs, but makes no move to push him away. His gaze flickers down to the god clinging to him. "Must you always interrup…