𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐄 ❱ : ❛ Oh, I will be cruel to you. ❜
where the embers of sparks met the touch of dry buckwheat straw was where smoldering turned into a calamity of flame . 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 . . . something that held both humanity and flesh 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 . the nightmare of being mortal &. the dream of being human . and the hell of being undead . . . what sad story of the man before him . oh yasuo could almost pity him really, even if he played himself as the living devil. . . there was a semblance of smoldering in him. a fire that just wont go out even if it had long time finished all the buckwheat . yet, continues to 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 and 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 allowing for no rest. yasuo only could feel his own hand draw closer to the hilt to his blade , and closer . . . then, right past it to his bamboo cup . once in his hand it was filled with only a mouthful that he’d take a swig of. there was no care for yasuo . whatever was before him was trivial to the goal of a life free of accusation .
❝ get in line . ❞
❱ ❱ ❱ ❱ : @ruinaith ( deathless )
