[Nobunaga sees something different about Ran, too, which is why, after pausing in his dance, he spends a rather long moment just looking at the beautiful page, entranced by the dark color of his eyes and by the absurdly long, sheathed blade he appears to be carrying.
But it's undeniable that the one before him is Ran. Ruthless, radiant, ravishing Ran. His Ran.
Nobunaga walks closer to him and cups a hand under his chin, tilting it up slighly to gaze deeper into those eyes that are so different from the eyes of the Ran he knows. These are eyes...
... these are eyes that have seen death, death in its most gruesome and horrid form, looked at it in the eyes and held its gaze as Ran either watched it impotently or dealt it himself.]
... Ran.
[Nobunaga returns Ranmaru's smile with a satisfied smirk and a nod. His Ran has never looked this beautiful.]
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But it's undeniable that the one before him is Ran. Ruthless, radiant, ravishing Ran. His Ran.
Nobunaga walks closer to him and cups a hand under his chin, tilting it up slighly to gaze deeper into those eyes that are so different from the eyes of the Ran he knows. These are eyes...
... these are eyes that have seen death, death in its most gruesome and horrid form, looked at it in the eyes and held its gaze as Ran either watched it impotently or dealt it himself.]
... Ran.
[Nobunaga returns Ranmaru's smile with a satisfied smirk and a nod. His Ran has never looked this beautiful.]