ââ We  grow  STRONGER,  the  world  grows  more  DANGEROUS  ââââââââââ  Life  has  a  funny  way  of  keeping  things  BALANCED. ââ    Though  pointed,  his  tone  still  undeniably  carries  the  sweet  taste  of  SOLICITUDE  at  each  word  leisurely  pronounced.  Slender  fingers  mindlessly  travel  over  the  other's  neck,  with  the  sole  purpose  of  fixing  the  collar  of  his  garment,  although  those  obsidian  eyes  may  have  wasted  a  bit  of  time  examining  the  details  along  the  way.  This  Dragon  knows  that  having  his  Xiao  Shi  staying  ALIVE  and  healthy  up  to  that  point  was  a  feat  in  itself,  something  he  was  both  GRATEFUL  and  thoroughly  PROUD  of.  Yet  there  lay  in  him  this  strange  protective  instinct  that  could  be  both  a  blessing  and  a  CURSE  at  this  point.  Nothing  that  came  to  the  surface  of  those  beautiful  features,  however,  PALE  and  DELICATE  like  the  thin  frost  sheets  covering  the  forests  that  surrounded  that  place.
â” ïœĄ  Ê â© @ Satoshi âȘ Í
âŹâŹÎčâââââââïș€ đ„ || He is a beautiful piece of broken pottery, put back together by many hands; most prominent ones being Lord Raiden and Huan Hei. A critical world may judge Satoshi Hasashiâs kintsugi lines of golden joinery, while missing the beauty of how he made himself whole again. Satoshiâs nightmarish visions plaguing his nights manifest themselves as a curse of vestigial truth, revealing his own entombment within Sub-Zeroâs chilling deathly menace. His mother remained brutally impaled by the unforgiving chill of eternal winterâs stillness, while his barely beating heartbeats remained a white noise murmur as his inevitable death drew near. Cold pangs embedded upon his heart and lungs, despite a fevered quandary with kicks and bursts defiantly resisted as the defiant and resilient Hasashi trait exuded upon young Satoshiâs innocent, yet resolute eyes.Â
Ever since he was lost in the throes of viciousness of the world, Satoshi had never been afraid of being lost. For his subconscious was meant to wander off from time to time, for the long-instilled fear of never quite finding himself often kept him all night, even amidst his strenuous trainings to continue Hanzo Hasashiâs abruptly severed legacy. HeiHei had been a healer amidst countless destroyers around him; dealing with any and everything life had thrown the young Hasashi. He had been the warm touch that comforts, despite often reminding him of the very gelid touch that rendered him immobile, exacerbating the pain deep within him. There still may be vulnerability lingering at the tip of his lips, and within the unfathomable chestnut eyes that exude melancholia.Â
Satoshi feels an unsettling bout of despair and jarringly out of sync this evening, all while the resplendent sun shines and clouds pour rain outside his window simultaneously. Perhaps that was why your father had to meet his brutal, humiliating death. A whispered voice, taunting and nearly persuasive in its timbre, sneers in his heart and soul, as forced feelings build up inside him, threatening to spill through his lips. âI am done counting exit wounds; icicle holes that still serve as reminders of the Shirai Ryu massacre and extinction, and everyone leaves eventually. It is what I learned lesson after lesson (evolve or repeat), but as you know, I still havenât quite made my peace with anguish.âÂ
The thing is, after trauma, the kind where Satoshi goes through is more than flight and fight; there is freeze, because the first would have meant suicide, and the second might very well have left copious blood and his slaughtered corpse. He subconsciously chose the third, where those moments of his life would become a stretched eternity, as sanity tucks itself deep inside of him. Words about forever and staying and keeping parts of another and remember meâs, not forgetting will never hit him the same way again; he never wants to be remembered anymore. âThe world would have been better if it gave me closure, saved me years of my trials and tribulations.â âŹâŹÎčâââââââïș€ đ„ ||