* believinghxpe , mister .
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Violet irises look at the other in puzzlement. UNFAMILIAR AND UNKNOWN. That is what struck him ; unable to comprehend what reason the other would be making a face like that. ‘ longing and in pain. he thought. He makes out his expression , and for a moment he is silent. Bright , red hair flowing behind his back as he steps forward towards the one who’s hair resembled the brightest of suns ! and who’s eyes stole the sky itself. Crimson stares down at him , the ice between them breaking once he speaks.
Gently , he raises a hand to press his palm against his cheek. A warmth so familiar ( crawls ) up his skin. he was hot ; almost feverishly hot.
“ …. what ails you so , little one ? To make a face like that ? ” / @sunryo
FINGER TIPS TREMBLE , IN ALL BUT AN UNHOLY GRACE . Breath stifles ( misery stricken / tar tinted . ) Lips tremble ( a thousand words ‘neath the tongue ) yet , all that can empty is a horrid noise of anguish . ( too silent . ) WHY DID THIS MAN CARRY HIS GENTLE FEATURES────────mannerisms terribly similar . Finger tips so warm . Skies pour into oceans & waves crash the surface of sea , large crystalline raindrops take their form , near the edge of the gaze , dripping over come a blink .
Nails twitch to desire to raise , begging to shift toward his own eyes / swallowed & ceasing ( though he desires not to see , this would only cure his ache ‘til his body formed again / monsters are monsters , beyond even an end . ) Are the dragon gods out to punish Zeno for trying to die ? No . . . that’s not it . They know such would be foolish . . . for Zeno won’t die , Zeno won’t ever die . Then why . . . why does this person resemble King Hiryuu so . . . ? REGARDLESS SO , he may only force a smile ( all too perfected to be known as a lie . ) ❛ Haha ! Zeno thought the mister looked like somebody Zeno knew ! Zeno’s wrong though ! Mister ! Could you look at Zeno’s eye , Zeno thinks Zeno has something in his eye ! ❜
