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                        No rest for the wicked; but what truly defines                         the wicked? Passion? Insanity?

                        Crux always pondered these kinds of thoughts                         at the worst of times, more so at this given moment.                         Rustling. The wind? No. Animal? No, too loud for that.                         Intruder? Crux springs to his feet, a hand immeditately                         thrown over his shoulder at the hilt of his blade. Scarlet                         hues scan the area side to side.

                                                “Who’s there?”

CHARMED  BY  a  fleeting  sense  of  hope  /  to  bask  in  the  momentary  bliss  of  feeling .  there  is  little  left  capable  of  tugging  at  her  heartstrings  ,  and  blackwatch  is  something  of  the  past . 

but  every  memory  is  treasured  woefully .  the  pain  of  remembrance  comes  in  waves  ,  subtly  marked  by  shallow  breaths  and  hollow  eyes .  ahri’s  golden  gaze  serves  like  a  window  to  the  life  genevieve  refused  to  live  ---  no  ,  the  life  that  genevieve  was  kept  from  living .  

     ❝  it’s  the  only  side  i  could  choose .  ❞

the   other's   words  cut  like  ice  ,  but  the  assassin  is  too  stubborn  to  retreat  from  the  cold .  a  motionless force  /  statue . 

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THANK UUUUU ,,,, ilu miyeon!!  genevieve is probably one of my favorite ocs and i’ve had her in development for the LONGEST time ( i’ve just been way too scared or busy to try her out on here ).  ♥

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Howl had escaped to one of the Watchpoint towers to gaze at the stars. He hadn’t expected someone to join him. Ahri had found him but that didn’t surprise Howl since she had a keen sense of smell. The sat in silence for a bit just observing the stars, Howl didn’t get the chance to see them when growing up in Utopia since the Hardlight still produced light pollution making the skyline over the ‘perfect city’ be rather bleak.

Though being outside at night with the sea breeze Howl shivered from the cold settling into his bones. Though he felt one of Ahri’s tails curl around him offering him warmth which he gave Ahri a small thank you.

HEARTBEATS  LEFT  IN  SILENCE  .  Genesis  tightens  their  embrace  ,  enmeshed  in  a  chaotic  clash  between  past  and  present  beneath  the  pale  moon - light  .   Their  passion  is  one  forbidden  ,  solely  permitted  by  Her  celestial  guard  .  The  assassin  stills  —  placid  —  if  only  for  a moment .