#ryuuborg

different ways to say i love you.   ac.  @ryuuborg. 

though  the  words  are  simple  the  impact  they  have  is  colossal.   it  sets  him  straight  ,  almost  choking  on  the  emotion  they  create.   it  has  been  many  years  since  he  has  felt  peace ,  a  content  with  life  ,  the  want  to  keep  living.   and  now  how  grateful  he  has  come  to  be  that  he  had  not  given  into  a  ghost’s  whims  when  here  before  him  sits  that  which  has  once  again  become  the  most  important  in  his  life.  

(   the  sorrowful  song  of  shimada  genji  is  one  that  hanzo  will  never  forget.  one  that  will  live  with  him  for  as  long  as  he  himself  breathes.   )

like  a  rock   it  sits  heavy  upon  his  chest  and  begins  to  swell.  hesitant  a  hand  reaches  out  ,  never  will  he  be  used  to  the  feel  of  metal  (  there  will  always  be  a  bitter  feeling  to  rise  and  stain  tongue  )  but  now  there  holds  a  comfort.  long  has  the  road  been  to  be  where  they  are  now.  side  by  side  ,  fighting  a  cause  and  well  on  his  path  to  the  redemption  he  so  sorrowfully  denied  himself  and  wished  for.  

“  genji.  ”   voice  comes  light  ,  a  barely  there  name  that  slips  from  lips  ,  coming  from  the  tidal  wave  of  emotions  that  continue  to  clash  within.  he  has  longed  for  forgiveness  ,  longed  to  have  again  the  brother  he  struck  down.  has  come  to  accept  and  acknowledge  how  different  they  have  been  and  the  paths  they  have  walked.     “   allow  me  to  see  your  face.  ”       the  evidence  of  his  brutal  betrayal  no  longer  causes  him  to  flinch  ,  no  longer  does  he  look  away  in  guilt.

though  the  feeling  of  scarred  skin  will  always  settle  something  in  him  he  believes  he  deserves  ,  it  is  nothing  compared  to  the  chorus  that  sings  high  now  in  such  light  moment.   a  connection  he  has  denied  himself  (  in  both  reality  and  dream.  ).  with  own  pride  it  has  not  been  an  easy  one  obstacles  will continue  to  crop  up  and  though  there  may  be  doubt  there  is  still  the  evidence  of  change  to  bring  a  hope  to  him  he  has  freshly  remembered. 

❛   HEH  HEH.  WE’RE  NOT   too  far  off ,   you   &   i.   ❜        words  fall  from  decaying  lips ,  dripping  in  utter  &  whole  eeriness.  all  is  MALICIOUS.  neck  cocks  to  an  abnormal  angle   ------   like  an  owl    ------   &   behind  ivory  do  bloodshots  peer.     there’s  something  about  his  demeanor  that  channels  chills  to  the  bone.         ❛   we’ve  both  been  betrayed ,  both  have  experienced  pain ,  both  have  had  to  cope  with  new  bodies.   only  thing  is    ....    only  ONE  of  us  has  chosen  the  right  way  to  deal  with  it.   ❜  

        ‘’   YOU SHOULD NOT be so open, genji.   ‘’   //   words taste akin to ash, flowing from tightened lips as if poison, antidote lost to the wind.   (   SEE THE RIVER CARRY IT DOWN, DOWN, DOWN              )   the volcanic eruption from within burns brighter, hotter, threatening to overflow in his need to HAVE   //   PROTECT   //   CONTROL. if he is to be leader, if he is to be the heir the clan demands of him, words must be accepted as law. TOUCH MUST BE RESPECTED AND FELT AS IF IRON & STEEL.             (   after all, he was never meant to feel pain !   )

hand slithers               like a snake, hissing fire & threats & command in its wake              down across shoulders, heavy   (   like lead. like something dead & forced across the breadth of body. like a cross laden with the intent of execution   )   as it continues ‘pon the younger’s frame. further down, down, down, stopping at the small of genji’s back, blazing with the intent   //   duty of a man promised to be MASTER !

                 he is not angry. it is not anger that stains fingertips red, that causes face to tilt upwards, the softness in his eyes turned to stone. genji is the clan’s. genji is his. GENJI IS NOT TO BE TAKEN !

these men. these ... predators. they will not have him. NO ONE WILL TOUCH HIS BROTHER UNLESS IT BE THEIR DYING WISH !   (   and the river bubbles, the land shakes, the volcano erupting               )

“ you’re not busy right now, are you? ”

pain overwhelmed her senses — but it is not her own. all she remembers is a faint snap, & the shadows snaking from the corners of her vision. everything feels bloodied, unkempt, pieced together by a metal tang. she knows he is breathing albeit partly, she recognises the slight slump in his shoulders. 

hesitation does not claim the beast thus she steps forward, snout first & eyes open.