[ HELD ] + [ CARE ] ( for modern himbo husbands )
SOFT ACTION PROMPTS || @sonxflight, with @biiingchu || accepting
[ HELD ] sender sits sideways, cradled in receiver’s lap.
[ CARE ] receiver finds the sender has fallen asleep somewhere and places a blanket or jacket over them.
💥❄️ || An inextinguishable wildfire sprouts on Hanzo Hasashi’s lips when he bends low, comfortably stroking Ryou Sakai’s collarbone as he brushes a stray lock of his hair aside. A field of his beloved’s flesh grows like wild down the river of familiar beds, lightly touching every explored topographical space he could find. The precarious, perilous world of theirs sleep beneath the wispy cloud blankets and decorated woods around the Sakai Residence. Fingers dig fervently into exhausted, formidable, and sagacious warrior. Wanton desire causes the fiery, intense warrior who feels everything so deeply with raw, visceral emotions. There may be a heart full of corpses, and eyes full of regrets when it comes to Hanzo Hasashi’s loss; yet how he always feels the ever-persisting ‘what if’s’ in hands of clutching memories the brain cannot hold, and skin-crafted and battered in shadows of deep bruises and spilling crimson waterfall. There is a head full of souls that persist in the mind and cloud up the chances to see what has been left behind.
Hanzo Hasashi continues to yearn to find stories and wonders of the world until they overflow; persistent and driven, an explorer bound to carve maps and paths and patterns around, breaching the strewn corpses, not truly dead as shells of those who could have been followed and were passed through instead forever inside, while they respectively deal with their own predicaments and responsibilities that further spin his own webs with unknown possibilities that create more unspeakable loneliness and drainage of his resolve and vigor. This is a very private feeling he has - that of melting into a perpetual heartbreaking, breakdown due to despair and hopelessness.
The strongholds of his arms, the proximity of Ryou Sakai’s warmth, the embracing of who becomes Hanzo Hasashi’s hopes, passions, and dreams all calm himself down. From telling stories and deep conversation, to feeling connected in every single vibration, how they rekindle their bond once again, as the pyromancer feels the bond between them ignite a fire in his soul like a flare. With a draped arm over his beloved’s abdomen, his balmy palm idly draws a pattern over the pectoral, before repeating the repetitive strokes that would transport him to the lands of empyrean heaven. Even in his newfound purpose and intent, he questions himself what he further wants to do, who he further wishes to be; which parts of him, exactly, are still functioning properly. Nevertheless, despite a surging fit of passionate sobbing threatening to choke him, his chiseled lips curl in exquisite contentment. For there is something ridiculous about the emotions of people like him whom would never cease to love, in life or death.
It’s the same question Kuai Liang asks himself; the eddies and the ripples of his ache may continue to persist, for his unforgettable battles will always be the ancient tales of woe embedded with more treacherous deeds unspoken. Even broken pieces of his being can shine with the reflection of light, but there are dark forces that attracts Kuai Liang to their pointed edges, reminding his heavily blemished and bruised skin of numbing pain with more exquisite, excruciating pain. The former Lin Kuei’s abused memory exists in a kind of spatiotemporal entity; because time, memory, and land are woven together in the swollen cranial of his being. His time always had been terrestrial, feeding his cognitive development and relationship to the renaissance of his universe itself. In the threshold of his near-fatalistic death, the once eggshell cage of his heart and skull had shed enough crimson spectacle to know that he used to be fed on a unhealthy diet of doubt, remorse, negativity, and depression.
The once-prodigy warrior had stretched long and strong, now having greater reach across the mind than ever before, able to sweep up reasonable thoughts in a mad fury of whirlwind kicks and force winds of his fists so that only his indomitable drive and vicious grace of his limbs can purchase himself on the ground in order for him to rise; strong and unflappable. His sweat-soaked shirt remains too sticky on his skin, and he desperately needs a shower, but pain flares in his chest and recedes in engulfing waves, ever awaiting a damn break. In the throes of his grueling, rigorous training and threatening to cave beneath the onslaught of imposing and dark mind filled with contained rage and vengeance, Kuai Liang’s stygian sapphire gaze lingers, tangles, and finally settles upon the older warriors, floating, their lulled expressions touching the clouds. They too have conquered, and still attempts to achieve their humble, humanistic aspirations and dreams, and all Kuai Liang wants to do is that the radiant, resplendent sun will shine upon their paths.
He could feel Hanzo’s radiating warmth, via the secured arm wrapped around Liang like a lifeline. A steady pressure around his waist anchors Kuai Liang’s erect and taut posture, yet also simultaneously easing the tension in his muscles. Concern whittles away at his exhausted bones, and beneath the steady, slowed heartbeat, the young warrior sighs audibly, as he feels Sakai’s lids flutter close, as entwined fingers reach for his long, heavily bruised fingers littered with both healed and peeled scabs. While the construct of passing time may not bring him relief, the sight of Ryou Sakai sinking deeper into the unperturbed slumber for once under Hanzo’s steady, lulling ministration brings a quirk of crescent grin upon his chiseled, more angular face. He may not be able to offer him warmth, but the draped fabric permeated with his scent over Ryou’s shoulders will be enough of his presence in lieu of his place, as he carefully guides his shifu’s hand to Ryou’s. The thought that lingers as he passes across them is of a sweet river; flowing towards the salty sea, only to elevate in the purest form to sky to form magnificent sunshine, just as how they evoke the quintessential manifestation of undying love. 💥❄️ ||
