⋆ 𝐅𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄．

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            𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒   █   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄    █     𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒

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▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || He is a beautiful piece of broken pottery, put back together by many hands; most prominent ones being Lord Raiden and Huan Hei. A critical world may judge Satoshi Hasashi’s kintsugi lines of golden joinery, while missing the beauty of how he made himself whole again. Satoshi’s nightmarish visions plaguing his nights manifest themselves as a curse of vestigial truth, revealing his own entombment within Sub-Zero’s chilling deathly menace. His mother remained brutally impaled by the unforgiving chill of eternal winter’s stillness, while his barely beating heartbeats remained a white noise murmur as his inevitable death drew near. Cold pangs embedded upon his heart and lungs, despite a fevered quandary with kicks and bursts defiantly resisted as the defiant and resilient Hasashi trait exuded upon young Satoshi’s innocent, yet resolute eyes. 

Ever since he was lost in the throes of viciousness of the world, Satoshi had never been afraid of being lost. For his subconscious was meant to wander off from time to time, for the long-instilled fear of never quite finding himself often kept him all night, even amidst his strenuous trainings to continue Hanzo Hasashi’s abruptly severed legacy. HeiHei had been a healer amidst countless destroyers around him; dealing with any and everything life had thrown the young Hasashi. He had been the warm touch that comforts, despite often reminding him of the very gelid touch that rendered him immobile, exacerbating the pain deep within him. There still may be vulnerability lingering at the tip of his lips, and within the unfathomable chestnut eyes that exude melancholia. 

Satoshi feels an unsettling bout of despair and jarringly out of sync this evening, all while the resplendent sun shines and clouds pour rain outside his window simultaneously. Perhaps that was why your father had to meet his brutal, humiliating death. A whispered voice, taunting and nearly persuasive in its timbre, sneers in his heart and soul, as forced feelings build up inside him, threatening to spill through his lips. “I am done counting exit wounds; icicle holes that still serve as reminders of the Shirai Ryu massacre and extinction, and everyone leaves eventually. It is what I learned lesson after lesson (evolve or repeat), but as you know, I still haven’t quite made my peace with anguish.” 

The thing is, after trauma, the kind where Satoshi goes through is more than  flight and fight; there is freeze, because the first would have meant suicide, and the second might very well have left copious blood and his slaughtered corpse. He subconsciously chose the third, where those moments of his life would become a stretched eternity, as sanity tucks itself deep inside of him. Words about forever and staying and keeping parts of another and remember me’s, not forgetting will never hit him the same way again; he never wants to be remembered anymore. “The world would have been better if it gave me closure, saved me years of my trials and tribulations.”  ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

Though  seemingly  UNFAZED,  those  features  delicately  desperately  attempt  to  conceal  all  the  worry  that  had  piled  up  within  his  being  for  all  the  years  he'd  had  to  stay  away  from  that  one  mortal  whose  existence  was  held  in  a  special  place  in  his  ROTTEN  HEART.  Impossible  to  point  whether  it  was  to  pass  the  vain  impression  of  SELF-RELIANCE  so  that  the  youngest  could  rely  on  as  had  been  done  long  ago,  or  simply  to  nourish  this  Dragon's  own  PRIDE  as  the  monster  that  this  hell  of  Earth  had  long  convinced  itself  to  be  for  the  sake  of  their  own  SURVIVAL  ━━━━━━━━━━━  perhaps  a  sick  combination  of  both.  Fortunately,  the  weight  of  such  a  provenance  shouldn't  need  to  fall  on  the  shoulders  of  that  young  soul  with  so  much  potential  to  become  something  GREATER,  to  reach  further  ━━━━━━━━━━━  a  brighter  place  this  creature  bound  to  DARKNESS  could  never  reach.

What  became  more  and  more  difficult  to  hide,  however,  was  the  COMPLICATED  expression  contained  in  that  gaze  with  no  reflection  now  being  forced  to  peek  at  the  other  from  a  LOWER  angle  while  still  trying  to  focus  on  the  task  at  hand,  giving  to  that  pale  face  even  more  captivating  traces,  even  if  accidentally.  Oh,  how  wickedly  CRUEL  time  could  be. . .  Slipping  through  the  fingers  burning  like  the  desert  sand,  but  with  the  swiftness  and  sharpness  of  the  coldest  winter  winds:  Running,  moving,  changing,  TAKING  AWAY. . .  How  many  more  of  springs  would  this  trickster  time  carry  away  without  him  being  able  to  enjoy  the  other's  company  now?  Thus,  every  word  uttered  seems  to  pierce  the  Black  Dragon  with  the  force  of  dozens  of  sharp  daggers,  knowing  he  that  so  MUCH  MORE  could  have  been  to  bring  some  comfort  to  the  youngest’  torments,  watching  silently  in  inaction  as  his  insides  trembled  and  turned  in  ANGER  and  SORROW.

❛❛ You  DON'T  need  to. . . ❜❜      Despite  the  undeniable  ache,  his  heart  seems  to  find  the  strength  to  squeeze  out,  between  a  brief  sigh,  a  few  words  in  the  mildest  possible  tone.      ❛❛ You  don't  have  to  keep  counting  your  wounds,  make  peace  with  the  past. . .  ANY  OF  THAT. ❜❜      Deep  obsidians  finally  rise  as  the  light  hands  seem  to  resign  for  a  moment  of  UNCOMFORTABLE  SILENCE,  this  light  pause  giving  him  some  time  to  think  about  the  words  to  be  spoken  with  a  rather  ATTENTIVE  intent.  An  audacious  impulse  propelled  a  free  hand  to  reach  for  the  other's  chin,  as  if  gently  forcing  him  to  face  him  directly.      ❛❛ Take  this  grief  and  use  it  to  FUEL  your  heart,  focus  on  what's  ahead  ━━━━━━━━━━━  bare  your  teeth  and  keep  on  FIGHTING,  no  matter  what. ❜❜      A  vehement  nod  reassures  his  words,  those  jewels  seeming  to  glister  under  the  dim  light  from  that  inconvenient  angle.  The  mere  image,  the  mere  thought  of  that  young  man  falling  victim  to  his  own  sadness  and  becoming  yet  another  EMPTY  SHELL  would  be  too  much  for  this  demon  to  bear.  Something  he  would  never  dare  to  allow  ( nor  admit  out  loud ),  even  if  it  cost  whatever  bit  of  HUMANITY  was  still  left  in  his  cursed  body.

Let  your  flame  BURN  within.

“Pieces of a soul is much more valuable than the WHOLE THING, you should know. Some people have the leisure to do so, but it’s SO much work to shred them yourself, and I’m a busy woman.” In any case, she can tell from the way he speaks that he’s not ENTIRELY BROKEN. There’s fire there, beneath the surface - and it’s true. She IS trifling with him with the offer - but it is also true that she finds this whole situation - and in fact, this person - rather INTERESTING, and she can afford to SPLURGE a little. Sometimes, a bargain only has to amuse her. Around long finger she twirls a strand of dark hair, this direction, and then that, a pointed smile as she presses her lips together - “As for what I can offer - you’d be SURPRISED who owes me what in these realms.”  

Gods aren’t so different from humans and ghosts and demons - aren’t so PURE. Hardly anyone ascends or stays in heaven for long without a skeleton or two in the closet that needs to be disposed of - and she liked it that way. Her doors are open to all, and she has a finger in every pie, every scandal, every DIRTY LITTLE SECRET. She’s a professional - but it doesn’t stop her from knowing and being entertained. Leans forward, and extends her hand toward him. “I suppose it’ll do for NOW. I’m sure I can tempt you into something else later, hmmm?” Winks. “Shall we shake on it?”

It's  easy  to  put  on  a  FRONT,  to  feign  indifference  even  in  the  most  CRITICAL  of  situations.  After  all,  if  there's  one  thing  an  OUTCAST  creature  like  him  had  learned  while  forced  to  roam  this  hell  of  an  Earth  for  so  long,  it's  that  it's  not  about  what  you  actually  CAN  do,  but  instead  what  you  make  others  BELIEVE  you  are  capable  of  doing.  The  infamous  name  and  reputation  this  cursed  being  had  wrongly  and  unjustly  acquired  for  himself  had  some  advantages  ━━━━━━━━━━━━━  at  least,  among  the  MALICIOUS  CREATURES  of  this  realm.  Maybe  he  could  count  on  that  for  now  as  his  power  lay  more  in  physical  strength  than  magic,  which  must  certainly  be  this  woman's  strength,  something  that  couldn’t  simply  be  SLEPT  ON,  more  threatening  than  what  he  could  pose  with  his  current  cultivation  level.

“Is it? What kind of tedious people have YOU been surrounding yourself with, in that case?” Smile only DEEPENS curve of lips - she leans back now, the picture of comfort as she sinks into her gilded, cushioned chair, eyes curved like that of a pleased and lazy cat. “ - DON’T WORRY. It’s nothing so crass as selling your soul or your firstborn child or something so tasteless as that.“ She has no interest in those things - the terms of her contracts were generally much more interesting - but, well, it wouldn’t do to scare him off, now would it? “And anyway, I like you. SO - ” Taps lips with manicured finger, nail painted golden yellow like the light of the fading sun as she pretends to think -  “Consider it a job offer. You - ” Finger drifts away from finger, drawing a circle in the air, “Work for me for a time. I keep the rest of this…well, rather COLORFUL world off your back, while you’re here.” Another circle, counterclockwise this time. “I imagine it can’t be much fun to live like you are currently. I know what I want. Do you know what you want?”

❛❛ The  kind  that’d  never  speak  to  me  unless  something  to  their  ADVANTAGE  is  involved. ❜❜    Response  comes  almost  dryly,  matter-of-factly  indeed,  for  he  has  no  reason  to  LIE . . .  Nor  to  GLOSS  OVER  the  conjuncture  of  their  present  context:  She  has  as  many  reasons  to  aid  as  she  does  to  get  on  his  case  ( like  everybody  else,  apparently ).  Still,  being  in  the  GOOD  GRACES  of  someone  of  such  an  aura,  could  be  more  BENEFITING  than  just  blatantly  rude  and  turning  down  her  offers  for  no  reason.  Therefore,  despite  the  seemingly  stony  expression,  the  air  around  him  doesn’t  seem  all  quite  HOSTILE  -  if  anything,  maybe  just  BLASÉ  as  the  obsidians  with  no  reflection  momentarily  drift  away.

“…I think,” Black-eyed gaze LINGERS momentarily on his face - and then she leans forward, tilting head into dainty palm, painted lips parting lazily upon jade-smooth face - “You’re FUNNY.” As for ignorant and savage - who knows? WHO CARES? Refinement, one learns, after CENTURIES of living - grows rather tiresome. “And it’s been a very long time since I’ve been so thoroughly entertained.” Offers him a smile, bright and girlish and ANGELIC, though they both know she is anything but - “So this will all work out NICELY, don’t you think?”