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send 🔪 to murder cxs stab my muse! ╱ burntpa1ace

  the impulse to lust is, in many, almost as violent as cruelty - so what is to be done when violence and desire intertwine? the darkroom is awash in a harsh, bright red. from the lights, the lacerations, and the eyes of the man who twists the knife upon the final time his blade plunges through his stomach. his mouth is filled with that cursed, metallic tang - the wine that should not have been spilled. a kiss silences a cry for his partner. yet, his chin was stained with trickles of red. nothing can contain the way he bleeds.

wednesday starters ╱ accepting.

  “ what the hell is WRONG with you!? ” pride is a disgusting sin, etched in the lines of the face of a man whose foul nature crossed boundaries, who waltzes deeper down the point of no return if it serves his benefit. wandering into a place too dark for cheng xiaoshi to see. vein wore arrogance with a blood-soaked crown. devilish confidence in his stride as he treks through the darkest underbelly of life; a self-satisfied, sharp-toothed grin, as if the world owed him reverence. he cherry-picks his favourites, and dismisses the rest as dirt scuffing his pristine leather shoe, while his ego casts a long shadow over his path - one he’s paved with insidious greed. cheng xiaoshi’s dark chocolate stare, once radiant with lively warmth, now glinted with disdain as vein taunts him with shameless irreverence, ignoring the bigger picture that cheng xiaoshi was forcing him to perceive.

  “ who gives you the right to take another’s life?! ” grip tightens over his pristine white collar, “ who are YOU to decide who has to die!! ” his voice reverberates in the chaos of this tattered space, tone thunderous in his delivery. he took aim, striking the same brutality to the right side of vein’s jaw. blood is sent splattering across his cluttered floor. shattered debris of objects and overturned furniture mar the scene, testifying to their power struggle. the broken objects surrounding them forewarn him of the lives held at stake. it’s a poignant reminder of this timeline’s fragile existence. this is cost of unchecked power - the life he held so dear, can fall to ruins if he didn’t find a means to end this once at for all.

  screw his threats, connections be damned, his ironclad status in the crime world means nothing to him - to hell with the very rules of time, binding them all to this crucial node. he remains resolute, a bulwark against the darkness, refusing to let a monstrous figure terrorize his friends - his family. “ your punishment means nothing here, you’re not some damn saint who can make that judgement call! ” his words cut the air like the blade of a sword, a declaration of resistance against the shadow of vein’s domineering presence. there is no fear in confronting the beast, as he had no right to instill torment in the hearts of those he loved. no one does.

  defiant laughter bursts from vein’s bloodied lips. grotesque mockery ignites a wildfire rage in cheng xiaoshi. fury drove another sharp punch to the same side, his other hand unleashing a blow to the temple. it’s a vicious cycle of repetition. landing each strike sends blood spewing, painting the whites of his fists in vivid crimson - their blood becoming one rich hue. vein's face is kissed with new bruises - branding him with the mark of the violence that consumed them both.

  every ache in his body, the soreness of muscles, the ringing pain in his knuckles dissolves away. relentless rhythm of fiery rage consumes him, and physical pain is hardly registered by his crackling nerves. vein’s laughter is akin to a sinister chant, something he imagines the devil to possess. like cutting open a torso to view its gore, cheng xiaoshi is exposed to this haunting reality - where cruelty cares not for the livelihoods it burns to embers and ash. mercy only comes to those that serve a purpose - and vein only sees them all as cattle lined up for slaughter. xiaoshi is forced to embody his retribution. he channels unbridled anger with every blow, determined to silence the jeers of this monstrous man, with the gall to toy with him even in this state. it’s only when that boisterous laughter subsides, did cheng xiaoshi allow himself to feel the weight of exhaustion.

  “ i’m… not killing you, ‘cause there are far worse fates than death for people like you. ” what lu guang had done to save them from suffering the same fate in an alternate life was a heavy burden, a chain forged in sacrifice with no perceivable end. the consequences of defying time had already reared their ugly heads, and they threatened to shatter the peace he had built with his dearest friend and beloved sister. cheng xiaoshi refused to idle by and let these looming threats ruin their sanctuary; he would seize his second chance at life, a lifeline thrown to him by lu guang, and set things right, no matter how that may look later. and he would start by confronting the most imminent threat, lying beneath him as he kept his weakened body restrained. blaring sirens surround the studio, like strobe lights of red and blue that pierce the night’s darkness; they cast an eerie glow within the interior of the place he calls his home.