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“ — 𝓓AENERYS IS OUR 𝓗OPE, * ੈ✩‧₊˚ ”

˚.🎀༘⋆ verana. xviiii. arab-afri girlie in the uk obsessed with 𝒅aenerys targaryen and 𝒈ojo satoru, this is a primarily 𝒋ujutsu 𝒌aisen (n)sfw page with spoilers and unconventional content.

゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ QARTH WESTEROS ˖᯽ ݁˖

but with this new movie, we the viewers are reminded once again of who aang is first once more, an airbender and the last one at that. the movie opening up with his memories of his time at the temple and the happiness he felt then especially encapsulates this. that is what aang yearns for most of all. to return to a time where he wasn’t just the last, where the sky filled with bison and he could glide through the sky as free as the breeze.

his grief is so large. i wonder how scary it must feel, for him to know at the young age of just twelve that he will forever be burdened with carrying the last vestiges of his culture and people. that no matter how much he wants to, there will just never be enough time to say it all, to scavenge his memories as vague as they now become over the years and tell them all he knows. the gaang are now his family yes, but he quietly mourns the one he lost long ago and wonders wether if he had stayed back that maybe they would still be here.

“your sister is a menace, she never shuts her mouth.” he grumbles, collapsing onto the couch in your office. the light outside had faded into the rosy pink that meant dusk. in this specific lighting, his hair looks more sakura than it does in the day.

“yes, but she never lies. what did she say?” your pen falls to a halt mid sentence. your sister was a brusque women but she never lied. she simply “spoke the truth many did not want to hear,” and while you could try and say you disliked it, you valued the honesty she gave.

maybe not so much now atleast.

sukuna has a blank look on his face, the only telltale sign of emotion being the slightly prominent vein in the side of his neck that pulsed very faintly with every beat of his heart. you can deduce that whatever your sister had said had angered him greatly. (or was it annoyance that you read from him?)

“she said I should leave before I break your heart.”

you cock your head to the side, eyes squinting at the man to the side of you. your eyes trail his face leeringly, following the black marks branded on his skin. you follow it down, down, down until it disappears past the collar of his clothes.

back when you first met him, he had been the paragon of evil in your world. the man who all feared and revered at the same time. the man who was rumoured to eat the flesh of his captives. the man who had torn his heart out for the sake of power. the king of curses.

and now he sat here, in your home, in your council advising you and he had never looked further from that man than he did now. he has become tame ever since arriving in the capital but you know, you know the tempest brewing beneath his false skin. the thirst for blood that had not left him—only been pushed aside.

“and should i?”

his gaze flickers to you, crimson oculi beneath his lashes. his mouth is slanted in a smile (or what you think it is), pearly white canines peak from behind his rose lips. was there anything more wicked than it? the mouth that had been attached to yours but a few hours ago. his mouth that had once been periodically stained with the ichor of curses—been dotted with bruises from your own.

what a wretched thing he was, you think, as you rise from your seat.

“you know the answer to that already.”

and there it is. the stark truth that was the film of desire, disgust and admiration that lay between the two of you. there is no doubt he will bring about your downfall, that was a thought you had long accepted, one thing you didn’t need your sister telling you. the hunger in him is still calling, you can see, and soon it will swallow you whole.

but all you can think when you lower yourself into the steel bands of his arms, when his woeful mouth latches onto your neck like a ravenous beast is that you’ll bring about his own destruction too.