xxxHolic drabble, mild spoilers for the latest chapter

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He was not one for fanciful words.

In fact, if he was absolutely honest with himself, he was not one for words at all.

He believed in actions.

His grandfather had taught him of the subtext imbedded in even the minutest of gestures.

When he shoots, he raises his bow from hip to position along a parallel plane that bisects his body not because 'that's how you were supposed to do it' or 'how it was always done,' but because there is power in the motion.

There is power in every motion.

So he does not speak – at least not much – rather trusting in his actions to convey his thoughts.

He defends without comment, risks his life and limb, sacrifices an eye and blood, and digs in the soil until his fingers bleed.

He believes that, eventually, what he has been trying to say all this time will finally be apparent.

But as he tries to cram the proffered ring onto his ring finger, he watches the hackles rise and braces himself for the scathing reprimand.

And he wonders, again, whether Watanuki is actually listening.

But knowing that idiot, he'd ultimately have to spell it out.

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I have no idea where this came from. I don't think I've ever written anything for xxxHolic, but I was rereading part of it, and this fell out of my head.