&& the sorrow just CLIMB’D in, didn’t it, all corpse-limbs && dying flowers in its breath. how it call'd you home. how it BROKE the foundations at the seams && built up an empire ‘pon your wreck’d bones, bent && hurting, the hurt, the HURT — so tangible, you can taste it. what an ugly kindness it is to hate the thing that gives you LIFE und’r your lashes, the HUE that began it all.
it pulses through you, all ache, all sandstorm o' a hurt. divinity lays itself through your palms, HOLY in the creases o’ palm that shake. scarlet tinges the edges o’ the world, a constant BLUR, a forever stain ‘pon your visage. something SHAKES in you, turns you live wire between cuts o’ moonlight.
what a trick’ry o’ a boy this is. starv’d awake, wide-ey’d at the sudden SIGHT o’ him, you belie to anthanasy. ❛D-Don’t,❜ hide the SHAME, && hide it well. you know this dance far too intimately to stumble now. ❛K-Killua, go back to be-ed. I’ll ... be fine by morning.❜
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