PRINCE OF EGYPT STARTERS! | SELECTIVELY ACCEPTING!

         ❝ Whuh? — No way, that is not happening. ❞ 

                 Knuckles are strained white against the adamance of his grasp, hands ensconcing the Raijinto’s well-worn hilt. There’s something close to fire burning in his gaze, though the sentiment isn’t one drawn in outward spite nor in ire, but in a flurry of passion: desperation, drive, frustration. Gritted teeth make short work of any sort of composure he might have previously dressed himself in ( and he swears, if only for a fleeting second, he can almost hear his father’s voice — castigating him once more for letting that contemptible impulsiveness sweep him off his feet into the heat of yet another hopeless battle; or maybe that’s just wishful thinking ).

                              blurt of anger to came to drown where once stood elegance in her COMPOSURE. a level-headed mind that made for great decisions and responsibilities to pose on her shoulders.     and yet, a deep frown curled over PRECIOUS lips he had come to know `o too well. a disappointment not even SHE could hide from him when an angry little huff puffed from her chest and her HEART dulled by words so drenched in lies. she loved him. and he hadn’t felt merit to it.      UNASHAMED dismay to paint over the smoothness of her features that left many other men CONVINCED of their worth.     yet, she had clearly fallen for the one that would deem himself less.  ❛  how could you ever say that, shigure?  ❜

          ❛  would you say this every time we part ways for no more than a few hours?  ❜  words to whisper in the softest tone when genuine affections curl over cherry optics and sweet scarlet blush to glide over her cheeks.     SHE HAD MISSED HIM AS WELL. without the warmth of his voice to guide her through dreams should she lay, even a single night away from him, awake, letting her insomnia take possession. but now he lay in her line of vision, just in reach for fingers to drag against the back of his hand, gently taking it into her own and euphoria to spread at the familiar touch. 

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