REDEMPTION.

I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me ; all day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its m a l i g n i t y . ind. hanzo shimada.

[tanadhal]

      I BECAME GOOD AT PRETENDING. i became so good that after a while,       the lines blurred between my truth and fiction.  and sometimes, when i did       a really good job of pretending, i even fooled myself.

[ofsouthwind-blog]

ooc. army crawls back 2 this blog 

[ofsouthwind-blog]

❛  I have no business with you.  ❜

                     @veuve-lilac ( ♥‘d )

[ofsouthwind-blog]

❛  WHAT are you doing ?  ❜

                     @namesmccree ( ♥‘d )

[ofsouthwind-blog]

❛  I will not say it AGAIN.  ❜

                     @warbathed ( ♥‘d )

[ofsouthwind-blog]

❛  I do not have TIME for this.  ❜

                     @engeldoktor ( ♥‘d )

[ofsouthwind-blog]

❛  You are WASTING your breath.  ❜

                     @angelofoverwatch ( ♥‘d )

[ofsouthwind-blog]

❛  What does it MATTER ?  ❜

                     @a-drxfter ( ♥‘d )

[ofsouthwind-blog]

❛  If you are going to say something, SAY IT.  ❜

                     @dispensedjustice ( ♥‘d )

[ofsouthwind-blog]

❛  I will NOT answer that.  ❜

                     @cleverfclla ( ♥‘d )

[ofsouthwind-blog]

❛  You are WASTING my time.   ❜

                     @kiyastrasza ( ♥‘d )

[ofsouthwind-blog]

❛  And what does that have to do with ME ?  ❜

                     @deathrife ( ♥‘d )

[flawless-13]

Not all love is gentle. Sometimes it’s gritty and dirty and possessive, sometimes it’s not supposed to be careful or soft at all. Sometimes it feels like teeth.

Azra T (via flawlez)

[ofsouthwind-blog]

♥ for a BANTER starter !!

[ofsouthwind-blog]

♥ for a BANTER starter !!

[mymouthisfullofstars]

i am a weapon my words are knives and my touch is poison and i am not the kind you save

stop me, stop me (via mymouthisfullofstars)

[ofsouthwind-blog]

ofamazon.

         “do not be so self-indulgent.” it’s almost a SCOLD on his end, but he catches himself. “—-you know well we both can.” & oh, misery LOVED company. is that why he deemed it APPROPIATE to drag hanzo along? no matter. before he touched the assassin with a ‘ less-than-gentle grasp ’, amazon offered up a quick look.

         “…i only have one arm.”

         he HATED the reminder. hand moved away, nudging the spear planted into the bamboo plankwood before TEARING it out. amazon did not present him another glance, simply tossing it in their general direction. he knew well enough without his sensors ; ( based on hanzo HIMSELF ) a steeled & alert man, would snatch it out of the air. holding a DEAD-WEIGHT body was enough of a task. “to be safe. it will show you are not alone.”

❛  I had not forgotten.  ❜  HE STANDS, STALWART, attentive, & stares back at the omnic. All of his muscles bind tight, coiled, spring-loaded ( the adrenaline still UNTANGLING his veins ). His eyes dart down to the spear & imagine the crimson that has whet its tip, how it blends with the red ribbons wrapping Hanzo’s own hands.

& he speaks, voice smoother than it feels like it should be at so late an hour.  ❛  I can handle myself. ALONE or otherwise.  ❜

He is a series of rote : METHOD guides his fingers as they thread the bowstring across his chest & the bow over his shoulder, arrows tucked teeth down into the quiver at his back. He dodges a nod, curt, swipes away his bangs with a thumb.  ❛  Let us be QUICK.  ❜