Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ thisĀ isĀ aĀ wasteĀ ofĀ time.Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ youĀ findĀ muchĀ joyĀ inĀ disobedience.Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ itāsĀ justĀ Ā confidence!Ā ā

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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ thisĀ isĀ aĀ wasteĀ ofĀ time.Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ youĀ findĀ muchĀ joyĀ inĀ disobedience.Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ itāsĀ justĀ Ā confidence!Ā ā

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@sentosbite's mun denki is such a BLESSING! i'm glad she decided to join us, she's such a lovely person to talk to and i hope there'll be more days to come where we will! all her muses are also so great... denki is a sweet person and everyone needs to show some love to her! <3
@sentosbite gets a starter.Ā
The window remains open and the long stretch of sun treads sparkles through. The wind from the roaring sea blows in, yet there is a comfortable warmth throughout the room. Hanzo can still scent the star-studded vastness of the salty ocean wafting through the howling winds, as branches twist and turn, the luminous glow upon the expanding serenity of his still face, remaining deep in sleep as radiance embeds more like watercolor upon the sunbaked copper of his exposed torso.Ā
The synapses of his muscles, engraved with pain grasps him onto further depth of sleep, and the fibers of them become the vehicle of the etching bolts, as Hanzo writhes. The dry spell of his nightmare heightening in its intensity as echoic shrieks of screams back in such disturbing delirium as he stands amidst in the unbearable carnage. He wants nothing more than this empty void of his heart to be filled up, instead of collecting specks of blood and holding bile in his stomach as merciless stretch of time renders already gruesome scenery into something inconceivable.Ā
Without the intoxicating taste of life maintaining his sanity, Hanzoās clawing hand lurches towards the form right next to him, towards Kenshi with all his might. Such raw, mighty strength gripping the other between pelvis and thigh, his vehement form lurches upward with an audible gasp. The raw skeleton of his own engulfed in flame as he sits motionless, wanting nothing more to be disengaged from such horrid dreamscape.Ā
ā do it, kung lao
Send me āāā and my muse will kill yours. Right now.
FINISH HIM!
@sentosbite is a sweetheart. denki shows a lot of passion in writing kenshi and is so kind to everyone around her. i always look forward to seeing her write on my dash!!

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sentosbite replied to your post: Seeās a wild Denki on the dash.
hdvdjsjfb youāre so cute
Nope you the cutest.
ā Can I sit on your lap? ā
āYou know you can always sit in my lap baby.āHe muses as he pulls the other down kissing along his neck.
ā hanzo, i wish you a happy fatherās day.. ā kenshi spoke, his lips tugging into a genuine smile. gently, kenshi took hold of hanzoās hand, placing a gift in his hands. a small, simple gold chain necklace. ā it is the most i can do, for the time being, but i thank you for everything you have done. for me, for our son, & for your clan.. current times have blessed you with success.. as you deserve it. ā
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He still lives on with his courage, his sincerity, and his flaming self-respect. Itās these things that Hanzo believes in, even when his whole world indulges in vivid suspicions that he wasnāt all he should be. Hanzo is never without thatĀ flair of life, the equal passion to be matched at what he does. Itās like two mighty oceans crashing together to make its own tides, growing to cause a wreckage. And he knows Kenshi does the same for himself, with their deep hurt of loss, respective incorrigible soul to match theirs to help and guide them forth all the trenchant path of their lives. For Harumi and Suchinās presence would bind them whole to see the stars above and fuel their hearts to do better. This particular nightās brilliance and illuminations grow in tandem with Hanzoās deep hurt and tension, resting between his slatted ribcage, full of sadness, heartbreak and residual anger.Ā
āHappy Fatherās Day to you, tooā¦ā His heart leaks out of him, like the sweet nectarines as its saccharine fragrance would permeate the entirety of their atmosphere. They have shared enough of personal distance, enough for Kenshi to taste the crimson fire burning in his chest as his fingers scald through the necklace gingerly held against his fingers.Ā āItās a blessing and a curse to live with so much memories of them, that the absence of their love becomes a twisting, fatal blade against his chest.ā While his smile is reciprocated in courtesy and respect towards the swordsman, he cannot help, but to plunge amidst the precipice of yearning, the darkened specter of his past returning as he gazes into the abysmal depth of his guilt and grievance.Ā
āNevertheless, I have you and Takeda to call a family. Thank you for granting me the chance to experience such never-ending love through your friendship and letting me serve as Takedaās paternal figure.ā Emotions become capricious and erratic, and Hanzo doesnāt even try to fight all these colliding forces ravaging him inside, as fingers curl, as he fights through this deadweight silence as surge of emotions threaten to rupture and overbrim. His heart is a hydraulic dam in peril of destruction, as his jaw sets, in determination as his genuine smile returns. Eyes gleaming with illuminative joy, instead of the burdening toil of grief.Ā āWill you help me with the chain, please?ā