#desertshot

he did not ache anymore. perhaps where flesh met metal did it ever hurt. but his own augmented humanity had felt more like death than life, pain did not feel real. ryu-ichimonji felt light in his hands where once it was a solid weight, the dragon’s tail as it swung down on the earth. when the battle is done, the weight of what he’d done does not sink in. 

❛    ━━━━━━  I HOPE YOU ARE NOT TIRED YET, COWBOY.   ❜  but he was real. beneath the warming face plate, cheeks rise in happy grins. he flirts with gunpowder stains, leather that smelled more like sweat than animal. different from his sterilized form, untouched  &  too clean.  ❛  it would not be much fun to have the advantage.  ❜