#renjisei

           Twin axes clash with another blade from an enemy, hands tightening on the hilt of them. Bodies scattered around them. Taking note to get rid of them later. Blood from the cut on their forehead starts to stream down from their forehead and over their eyes. A growl escapes their lips, lifting their leg to kick directly in the enemies stomach - sending them back away. Wiping the blood quickly from their eye, they let out a yell from deep in their chest where their anger is, and didn’t hesitate to cut the enemy’s head off from the rush.               Icy gaze glares down at the corpse, but quickly directed behind them where they sensed a presence. Hands gripped their weapons tightly, readying for another fight.                     ❝I know you’re there. Come out.❞                Their voice is low and threatening, chest heaving from the from the fierce fight they had. 

─「エデン」─  " i figured somehow by now, i would have got it together. " it was easy to pretend knowing nothing of her past didn't bother her. it was easy to charge head-first into a situation unknown and figured things out as they go. the astral express, the stellaron, the aeons. it worked, for the most part. they triumphed over the challenges, they returned and continued the journey. that was why the TRAILBLAZER felt her breath caught in her lungs when he, of all people, was the one who saw through her facade. that he recognized the broken pieces she had inside in form of various scars both visible and invisible.

He approached slowly before speaking, brows narrowing.

"So, you're the man the General warned me about? Your use of the way if the sword is admirable at best but don't think that I'm letting my guard down any time soon as you are a dangerous man, tell me, what is your true intention here at the Xianzhou Luofu?"

The hand trembles and a bandage as bright as the purest white wraps around the injured hand. The bandaged limb trembles and the red eyes hide sorrow for their owner. The rain that hits Blade's dirty body does not wash away what is hardest for him — the sense of deception and hatred for those who were close to him in his heart. The days when it was him for others are gone. The days when his technique to help people leave this world without pain have closed in favor of something destructive... painful and disturbing. The sound of a puddle being smashed by a high-heeled shoe. His eyes trembled again and looked at the tall figure above him. ❛ Doesn't even I deserve to have last wound dressed ? ❜ He asked in a low voice and more falling raindrops filled the silence between them as red eyes trembled — staring at the future that knocked on his door so quickly and how painlessly. / the special ask is here uwu

unprompted. || always accepting

─「カフカ」─  choose the best future out of all that's available. seize your own fate, grasp the ones you like most, make it happen. do not let anyone get in your way.

                the pouring droplets scattered about as each step was taken towards a CERTAIN FIGURE who had fallen onto his knees. the glory and brightness dancing around his very form was no more. the hands that healed others with utmost care, the sacrifices made over and over at the expense of his own sanity, at the expense of his lifeforce, now it had left the healer beaten and broken. shattered completely like the fragile glass being thrown aside after a single crack was seen. that crack was, however, dark and consuming. it was a CRACK that was capable of widening into something sinister, into something akin to a black hole that would destroy all it had met, that would bring about DESTRUCTION upon his path.

                the contrast of the healing aura he had been giving others.

                the heels clicked against the dirty and damp ground, as the UMBRELLA in her hand made a small tipping upwards, just so that magenta hues could catch a glimpse of those broken crimson. she saw the quivering of those pupils, of the ones that should be dripping in blood instead of looking so LOST, so betrayed.

                what a wasted potential.

                " you do not ask for what you want, you take it. " having last wound dressed ? those were words of A WEAKLING, and this world had no place for the weak. the universe is ruled by absolute power, by seizing what one would want by their own hands. she crouched down, heedless of how her clothing would be dirtied by the mud that was stuck to his very form. her head cocked to the side, and gaze SOFTENED in a darker hint of something. fascination ? obsession ? interest ? one could never tell. but she looked at this SHATTERED VESSEL, and she smiled sweetly, lethally.

                " you gave yourself to others and look where it got you. " pitiful creature. no. he could be so, so much more than this. than a broken blade, than something that was tossed aside after its usage had been exhausted. oh, no. she wouldn't allow that. of course not. " kindness has no place in a dog eat dog world. your eyes, your potential. you could be much more than this. you can surpass all of them. anyone who ever wronged you, you can make them pay. any kind of future you want, you can grasp it in your very own hands, and cut down those trying to oppose you. "

                " ren. " his real name dripped from her lips, cutting through the falling rain like a razor, like the sharpest of weapon and straight into the MAN whose tossed the said name aside. gloved hand reached out, covered digits oh-so-gently caressed over his expression as water dripped down his chin. index finger tilted his chin up, the curl of her lips tugging upwards in a sweeter smile. it was like she had found a TREASURE, a favorite toy, a new tool, one that she couldn't wait to play with. to make hers. all hers.

                her hand lowered from his face, and tilting her palm up. it was an OFFER for him to take.

                " if you come with me, i'll make you unstoppable. you'd never have to bow before anyone again. they would bow to you. no more healing the wounded. it's time you inflict those wounds to those who deserve it. time to take control. remind them who you are. " it was a PROMISE, one that resounded even through the countless raindrops descending all around them. she tilted her umbrella towards him, so that the tip would shield his face and the rain wouldn't be able to obscure his eyes. aah, those eyes. the eyes that were like a mix of blood and fire. she wanted to see them bathed with hatred and revenge. she wanted to see them glow with ABYSSAL POWER, mind plunging deep into that need to taste liquid of life upon his very blade. a weapon, a monster ... her eyes softened even further, almost AFFECTIONATE. there was a twisted kind of warmth, a misplaced tenderness, a misguided affection.

                like a SWEETEST FLOWER DIPPED IN POISON. the scent was so sickeningly saccharine, its petals deadly upon touch. but her hand beckoned. it beckoned, it called, it SUMMONED.

                " come with me, and you'll never lose again. " i'll let you bathe the universe RED. when she felt the weight of his hand upon hers, kafka smiled again. there was a tender giggle that left her lips as gloved digits curled around the hand he entrusted into hers.

Meme (x) || Accepting || @renjisei

"Feeling sentimental, are we?" Faint amusement colours the stellaron hunter's tone when she teases her companion lightly in turn. Her gaze remains as unfathomable as before when she levels attention onto Blade: Even. Unflinching. Studying.