— @deathing !
ROT. DECAY. DECONSTRCT. this is but a portion of capabilities held by faux-visceral flesh. these hands could meld a being to nothing ... expunge them , but these hands could also transform life to monstrosity. the soul was glass blowing to him ; to meld , to lathe , to kiln , but also to shatter , to crack , to disfigure. he alone was the designer and the destroyer. the other , however , was only a destroyer. shigaraki though a human submerged in darkness , in the very abhorrence that created mahito never failed to be intriguing. his lack of creation mattered not , his abundance of destruction greater.
much like a stalking predator mahito hovers behind his chair , hands against it’s back posts a dare. silent teeth bare to stoke the other’s fire , to see whose teeth are bigger. the curse would love to mangle his vanta black essence , but his interest is too grand to feed into such desire. “ you’re awfully sullen today , tomura-kun. ”
