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( fallward. )
good things are always destined to slip right through his fingers, therefore he is almost destined to perpetually be in a state of insatiable rapacity. so, when cain shows him any amount of sentimentality, it’s almost too good to last — and his whisper is almost a prayer.
❛ … stay, please.
( DARKENED PLEA. )
“ — I am an impressive creature. ”
Carnivore grin ensnares, needle teeth prickling from behind her lips as her arm forms back ( MUSHUSSU spills from terrible throat, dragon smile baring from ancient walls; they sought to corner his serpent throat as he left it agape, as BIBLICAL BEL and GREECIAN HYDRAS poured from his crested maw and unto him, they scorned: ‘DELIVER’ ), as bone and meat pile upon one another until she is rotten and whole.
“ Why ? What can you do ? ”
tenacity borne back to depravity, sickeningly sinister and hollowed for corpses littering the lining of his chest; his ribcage a desolate memorial for crisp, burnt halcyon, death a silent thrum in his ears ( mantras, blood-sealed and paralyzed, but raw — clickclickclick and time continues to expand ). supremacy rests upon deathless seas and ceaseless springs, broken but resolute is he, consumed is seemingly her.
❛ definitely nothing like that; sorry to disappoint.
( ??? )
“Yeah, I’m just goin’ easy on you.”
A lie in itself, he was quite the opponent, and that Cain would
admit to himself.
raised to condensed pillars and tempted to keep pushing buttons, although he’s currently satisfied;
❛ oh, really ?
( erukidou. )
ill-fated temptress and harbinger of desolation, athens is swallowed by perpetual obligations and a tyranny of madness; grief succumbs as well, for there is no mourning the damned. hollowed-out truths make way for swift and painless recovery, curving the arc of his lips, glazed in bittersweet honey;
❛ that was impressive.
( CAIN. )
To digress, or to linger on a topic he does not wish to approach; ESCAPE appeared to be option most in his favor. However, he’ll remain as frustrations run their course, and until something is resolved. He is the first to challenge decisions and question ideas when they’re presented– Vanitas had never taken anything sitting down. Secluded thoughts would reveal their refuge, and the spoils of war would finally come to light upon his slightest inkling. ❝ Enlighten me; what are you talking about? ❞
and he’s more prepared for the battlefront than one would initially perceive, for he’s run through this a hundred times over (unfortunately so); sealed by unseeen yet fated kisses and resplendency as well as almost a quarter of a million dollars chained to his debt, and yet he can’t be curved to care. his contortion’s expressive as well, more in a satirical sense if anything, the glint of his eyes pooling with winter’s resolution and spring’s following redemption.
❛ you know exactly what i’m talking about.
( xvaleant. )
singe the lining of his throat with his transgressions and broken promises of salvation, carry him back to winter’s ephemeral border and its hushed eclipse; features paralyzed with depravity but he moves to respond;
❛ it’s never that simple.
( CAIN. )
Fists clench at the irony of his words. Oh– he isn’t the ones with infringements to restore. Any qualms he’s had are buried and opaque, or so he’d have liked them to remain. Unfortunately, debts are the least of his worries. ❝ You should listen to yourself talk sometimes. ❞
his breath eludes him then, too quick to try to catch the words threatening to spill; impulsivity and sparked reactions has only gotten him so far, and neither have acted as his salvation up until this point. but, he continues to maintain, even when he has every reason to relent.
❛ we’re not talking about me.
`& xcarnal !
shaped to inconsistencies, eclipsed and branded by the inevitable. transgressions don’t seal him to fated bonds.
❛ you can do better than that.
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satirical banter a common weapon of choice when armed with nothing else, transparently so and intricately locked. the recognition of mankind’s rapacity and forward devotion is perhaps the desolation of itself, but this outward destruction cannot be found here. no, it’s far too reserved and too soft to be anything remotely sinister, and they bathe in his comfort with latent resplendency. dotting every lash and every spring-glazed glint of halcyon, always borne back time and time again. contentment is warranted and invited with muted bliss, but a narrow brow lifts to convey contradiction where it otherwise would not be found.
a flick of his wrist along with a small smirk, to entertain or to pacify; to slaughter or to reconstruct. so many branches of possibility at his fingertips, and so many that can slip through the cracks without so much as a whisper to transpire. amber is ignited with a sparked grandeur, calls attention to itself to portray what his contortion lacks; it shouldn’t be regarded as a sort of disinterest, but rather a card up his sleeve he would play without so much as a blink. there’s no hesitation, devoid of exhaustion and remorse. ah, but it’s only playful, after all, isn’t it ?
❛ why should i ?
`& fallward !
slaughtered suns and fallen cities, the ruins clawing for retribution and salvation from their transgressions; a slanted hymn lingers beneath his feet, kisses chaos in greeting.
❛ you gotta learn to let stuff go.
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