#dlvrygod

                ❝ you’re a god of what?  ❞

          ❛   ..bros?   ❜     the  villain's  puzzlement  is  evident  by  his  positioning  of  a  question  in  place  of  an  answer.   even  his  stiff   PRONUNCIATION   of  the  term  bespoke  volumes:   he  has  observed  such   SLANG   being  utilized  on  the  internet,  but  it  was  the  first  time  he  was  hearing  it   IN   PERSON! 

          “...’Kay,    but    god’s    not    real.”

              Korekiyo’s death was not pretty.      ❝ I saw it weeks before it came. ❞    The heavy weight of the truth that sat on his shoulders    ,   the fear that came before. Fate tormented his nights   ,   his lover   ,   so devout  &.  so brave faced heaven alone for Hikaru. The flashing images that played over his eyes time  &.  time again.  The sight of his lover turning to look behind him   &.   the hard ground slamming the breath out of his. Eyes shut unintentionally out of pain  ,   exhaustion   ,   &.   instinct hitting him in constant waves. The sound of steps on the earth stopping slowly.  At this point   ,   Hikaru beings to pray for his lover that he knows will never come back to him. There is an exhale in hard distress   ,   eyes open  &.  gold colored irises meet Korekiyo’s. A breath taken sharply in fear   ,   teeth gritting    ,   perhaps ready for death. Even watching   ,   Hikaru can feel the unholy rage from the divine grow as the blade raises to touch his lover’s ribcage gently   ,   as if an angle is caressing him. Words are spoken   &.    Hikaru cannot understand. The sound entered smoothly through the gap between his third   &.   fourth rib. Loud  ,  violent pulsing spread throughout his lover’s chest   ,    Hikaru can almost hear their heart slowly dying. Eyes cannot leave the sight of the blade being pushed deeper   ,    &.  like a bursting  , ripe fruit,   blood poured down his front.  Heavy is the head that wears the crown   ,   but light is the soul that tried to destroy it.

♫ - Do you listen to music when you write? If yes, what kind of music, if no, why not?

I listen to music while i write    ,   it’s rare that i’m not listening to something while I do anything in fact. Normally   ,   the kind of music that i listen to depends on what muse I’m writing at the moment    &.    the genre of writing that I’m trying to approach. But    ,   my first pick will be the playlist      ❝ Horny with Dark and Religious Overtones ❞ which can be found on Spotify. 

☤ - Have you ever had to go to the emergency room? Why?

I’ve been to the emergency room more times in my life than i would wish to be    ,   not counting birth of course. Two of those times are rather personal matters that I would not like disclose to the whole dash.  But   ,   the one of the times was when i tore my acl in my sophomore year of high school.