protea !
- Send A Flower : Accepting! -
âŠdare your muse to do something.
Maybe heâs biting off more than he can chew but when has he ever jumped into anything thinking about how difficult it would be to deal with it in the long run. Impulsiveness has haphazardly been clutched in his fists like weapons and pseudo notions of self preservation for years now and old habits are so hard to break when heâs been relying on them to survive; he no longer has anyone else to pull him from the wreckage of poor life choices and that haunts him even in these moments. He faintly thinks about what would be different if he had those familiar hands guiding him to comfort instead of reckless action, a voice like sedation when his temper threatens to take hold of rationality. Zhixin wonders if that would even be enough to stop him now. âI dare y ââ it barely escapes his lips before heâs dodging both the mass that lunges his way and the trees that surround them, an obstacle and a sense of familiarity with nature. He should have known better that full moons arenât the time to make lighthearted taunts, that the humanity behind humor falls on ears incapable of sensibly processing it now more than ever. The world is spinning too fast, the stars shining too brightly. Though, like this, he canât tell if the creature pinpointing him out in the shifting shapes of the night felt anything other than contempt, maybe fear. The weapon between them served as nothing other than a reminder of his purpose anyway: to serve as the protection between the defenseless and those that could threaten them.
