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. . .   Mourning cracked open at the abandonment of peace, incandescent gaze fixing itself upon the familiar form ( and how his neck stings in a scalding reminder of the volatile / the mouth purses in disdain ).

❝  Scaramouche.  ❞  And such is the distantly intimate greeting, eyes roving on the unwelcome sight that he had once become.  Fingers twitch on the hilt of a claymore, face impassive.

You look different.

“  no. ”   it  doesn’t.  perhaps  the  answer  comes  a  bit  too  easily  as  hands  finally  stop  what  they’re  working  on.   “  because  that  is  precisely  what  i  wanted.  ”   to  be  forgotten,  left  behind,  a  ghost  or  corpse  with  no  name  to  be  remembered  by.  but  you  didn’t,  did  you,  little  balladeer ?  all  this  anger  and  rage  and  bitterness  that  consumes  him  is  but  the  pain  and  grief  and  sorrow  he  has  felt  from  the  very  beginning.  when  he  was  left  all  alone,  made  to  feel,  bear  the  burden  of  having  a  heart  without  the  means  or  guidance  to  properly  handle  them.  adrian  sees  that  now,  all  too  clearly.

scaramouche  is  dangerous.  even  moreso  now  that  adrian  has  dared  to  speak  her  name  ⸺  perhaps  the  one  and  only  switch  that  invokes  pure  and  absolute  hatred.  they  shouldn’t  chance  poking  the  beast  again.  but  to  leave  the  air  stifled  with  static  electricity  and  this  heavy  tension  is  simply  not  an  option.

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dragonspine was — not a place where albedo would expect to run into anyone.

❛  you should be careful.  ❜ he speaks it to the stranger and he speaks it to himself. ❛  this mountain is a hazardous climb. i wouldn’t recommend continuing onward.  ❜

@godbringer​ sent:  a kiss like they’re trying to convince the other to love them

STARVED DOG THAT YOU ARE.  Fingers cup the softness of cheeks with a would be bruising grip, there is no ounce of forgiveness in the delicacy shared, for what was there to be found in you other than the innately cruel ?    An exhale is given, rough and agitated as the head cants to the side to deepen and satiate the hunger of the enemy.

Nails dig into the skin that didn’t give under, indenting yet not causing harm to the present’s lover and future’s bad taste.  Do you want something from me ?  Ire, is it ?  Repulsion ?  Fear ?  Is it ?

What are you other than what you already show ?  Hands pull the entity closer atop him,   What do you get out of this ?  Perhaps the humiliation in Diluc’s unheeding want, the recklessness in a man that swore to unearth and mangle the corruption of a world that might never be fully healed ?  ( thanks to you / acid stings the ravenous mouth )              The grip loosens.