#hyorei

@ctzaya I think I summed up Hyorei in two captions.

i wanted to kno u more ilu

        PEOPLE WATCHING: A COMMON past time, each person that passes by a puzzle to be solved, an exercise in creativity & logic, a game to be played alone and without physical activity ------ perfect for one such as himself, body situated ‘pon bench as he awaits the next bus, merely observing the world around his person. A woman in high heels, the left one glued on, a man with coffee spilled down his nice suit, a boy adorned in traditional attire of an era long past ( she can’t afford a new pair, he flirted with the wrong someone, and he ----- he? ) and here, thought pauses. There are any number of reasons why such should be a thing, classmates often adorned in far stranger clothing, weaponry common as well, or perhaps a festival or an in-character job interview for aspiring actor...? 

        IT DOESN’T MATTER, ULTIMATELY, the business of a stranger not his own though he must admit curiosity is piqued, and it fails to faze him, off-putting expression that man adorns upon his visage, the sword at his back ----- he doesn’t see stop signs or red lights where others do, already calling out with a serenity about him that perhaps most would not radiate when addressing so sour ( dangerous ? ) looking a person. 

          “ Senses.... tingling... 

                 Blood... boiling.... 

                 MY SWORD HAND CALLS TO ME ! ”

CLASH of words & unfulfilled desire causes inability to draw a name upon what emotion unleashes this inner turmoil. There is no boiling blood, no tingling sense, & yet he performs as if before an audience chanting his name, commending even his presence alone. Palm is placed before own features, & no madness is found here but the curiosity of another, no true anguish, only the remnants of curiosity that climb to mountain’s peak. With one hand against his face, he casts out his other in a manner most dramatic, palm open, vulnerable, & fingers outstretched toward what weaponry rests in another’s fist, thirsting for what knowledge they do not already know. 

         “ Please, o’ valiant warrior. 

                I cannot hold these inquiries inside me...