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[notpetals]

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         –anger was messy. shin knew that much above all else. knew that it did nothing but ignite a flame that’s more than difficult to contain - that flame that takes over everything in his mind - that burns and burns until nothing remains but an animalistic want to destroy. he should know how to control it - been around long enough for that to be an option yet here he is. shin malphur, throwing himself at yor when handcanon runs out of rounds. when he can’t think long enough to do anything but aim a punch square at the taller’s face.

          only, there’s a reason the renegade is known as quick on the draw. combat behind the muzzle of a firearm was one thing. throwing yourself at none other than dregden yor was a completely different one. one that had hand catching fist behind the blow. all his strength halted by nothing more than a hand, stopping the hunter dead in his tracks. cracked visor flits from the sight and pain of grip on his fist to yor’s masked visage above him.

           eyes are wide with fear?

          anger?

          he doesn’t know anymore as a pained grunt is all renegade can form in response as that arm is twisted behind his back and used to leverage him against the nearest solid wall. feet scrabble in the dust and rubble for grip - trying to get leverage of his own and only furthering his discomfort. growl is all shin can manage, free hand pressed against concrete as the side of his face is pressed against damage helmet plating, the taste of blood becoming more and more obvious through gritted teeth.

          “g’on then–fuckin’ kill me–that’s what y’ want-right?! do it–” words are spat into damaged vocaliser distorting tones where sheer fury scalds the back of his throat. he’s trapped, though. at yor’s mercy and shin can’t think of anything that scares him more than that simple fact.

   Weeks passed along with them playing a lethal game of cat and mouse, though the roles had been swapped; the mouse was chasing after the feline with vengeance on the mind. Their surroundings changed from endless green and brown to dull reds of brick washed by centuries of weather.

   Taunting words pass through the air as it seems the monster has finally been cornered. Run and run and run it held no purpose other than to prolong the inevitable he knew was coming for him. It is not fear that drives Dredgen to flee and force their game onward. No, he has plans far larger than the either of them, something all encompassing to their very species. Funny to him that the kid knows naught of what could become of him if everything fell into place.

   There is a spark. Not one of Light, lead flies and the shadow staggers but remains standing, earning a maniacal laugh. It rattles about off the walls and echos out though the sky above. You won’t be killing me that way, Ward thought the same and look where he is now! Dead in the ground. And what do you have to show for all this running around? A waste of ammunition, perfect shots they might have been, but just as useless as you are!

   Another white hot jolt of anger and the canon lowers, Shin throwing himself forward, Yor continues to laugh even when the punch is sent forward. Carrying the same ease that the gunslinger had for his weapon Dredgen brings a hand up to catch the fist. A monster of muscle and power his fingers close around the smaller hand and threaten to break bone. 

   The next motions carry them forward, Malphur’s head into the wall, arm twisted back. A breathy chuckle rolls out as the shadow closes in and speaks. “If I wanted to kill you, there were far more times I could have done so. Back in your town as I burned everything down to the ground. I could have killed you then. When Jaren Ward came for me, I could have gone to your camp and killed you there. Your death.. not yet, maybe later. First, I want to make sure I can rip away. every. last. thing you have.”

[notpetals]

“You’ve taken almost everything from me, I dare you to try it again.” (o h)

   The movement is minute, shift in eyes and head only enough to land gaze on Malphur. Centuries passed since their last altercation- and now the kid is asking for that very thing to return. What was supposed to be a final, solar death, was only another tacked onto the many collected over his impossibly long life. Now a dare, and the only question that lingers is simple; does he rise up or back down? 

   He makes sure that Shin can see his every intention. A slow sweep of his cloak to bear his wicked Rose, lacking any and all petals, turned Thorn under corruption that crept up like a beast in the tall grass. Yor means no ill will, not anymore. Malphur had done only what was expected of him and more.

   Gloved fingers coil around his canon’s grip and it is slid from its holster, opposite hand coming around to take instead barrel in palm. Jagged bone threatens to prick at his flesh through the coarse material but he cannot even loan a shred of care towards it. Chartreuse hues never leave from where they’ve become rooted into watching Shin, to make sure that the other gunslinger is observing every step of the way. No deviations, no foul play, the games between them had long since come to a close.

   The very same weapon that had killed thousands, taken the lives of people undeserving, ripped out the Light of that which had been so important to this renegade- it is set down. Its tainted presence never again was planned to be used against this Light. No, Shin Malphur meant too much to him now for that. Really, the kid forced to grow up too fast, had always been held with an air of expectant future in the Dredgen’s eyes. 

    A half step draws the demon away from his fire, chin rising in the slightest, hues peering down in an act of defiance towards what had been challenged. There is only a single resounding word that rumbles out from behind his mask and Yor finds no shame in backing down this one time.

   “No.”

[notpetals]

“Guess we all are born with parts to play”

   “Maybe, if you believe in fate.” He didn’t. Fate wasn’t what brought him to where he was now. No, it was a foolish endeavor followed by grim consequence. The same could be said for what’s transpired between the two of them. Kill, be killed, and everything else afterwards was strung together by conscious choice. If anything the Vex proved well enough as well that fate was a construct much as time. An idea to help make living all the more bearable.

[notpetals]

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   Shin has finally managed to catch up to him- again. Days had passed since their last encounter and he was beginning to wonder if the kid had given up the chase. It would have been a poor end to all his workings but disappointment was only temporary. Roused out of sleep the Dredgen’s half lidded gaze flits upwards, to the face staring him down, then to the canon. He has felt its sting before. 

  Yor remembers the shift in body language as shots were emptied out into his form, the long silent pause, and then a resounding violent crack of his own tainted prize stealing Light and life alike with a single trigger pull. He still relished that moment. It would give him just enough to go on for a very, very long time later on.

   “You gonna shoot or just stand there and stare at me?”

[lightvoices]

“I’m not afraid of death, I think it’ll be peaceful.” ok but for zufash,,,,,,, pls,,,

late nights | NOT ACCEPTING

☼ - “You aren’t?” Zufash asks, wide-eyed.  The teenager admires Shin Malphur greatly.  They were both chosen by Ghosts under unusual circumstances - Zufash as an infant, and Shin while he was still living.  He’s the closest thing she has to someone like her.

“I am,” she admits softly, shifting from foot to foot.  “It’s so cold and unforgiving.  I feel like I’m going to be swallowed by the void, and it scares me.  There’s always something beckoning me, and sometimes I am tempted to follow it.  But my Ghost always draws me back into the warmth of the Light.”

“The concept of a final death terrifies me.  I wasn’t...aware enough to have any memory of the time I died my first death.  Nor to remember being revived...but I feel that creeping coldness every time I die.”  She rocks back and forth on her heels, humming thoughtfully.  “How do you get over the fear?”

[notpetals]

“You terrify me”

   “Dangerous words to say in face of a monster, kid.” Despite them he maintains a passive stance. Yor knew even before Shin said such that fear was placed along side him in the same manner the Moon and Sun were associated. His aim shifts. Guide that terror into hate, into curiosity, warp that emotion into something useful that will help them all prepare for whatever the future may hold. 

   “Doubt that is the only thing you feel when you look at me.”

[notpetals]

“ Wars have been started for less.”

   “Good thing this isn’t war, huh?” Eyes slide over to the man carrying a duality. It was a fight undoubtedly, between them, but to go so far as war was ridiculous. Their plight was built on personal battle and twisted forces that were crafted upon tides of endless conflict. What was between them though, that was not war, if anything it may very well be worse. Matters of the heart always seemed to be and stepping into that boundary as he had twice over.. 

   “Y’know, shooting me down won’t do much more than make things inconvenient for us both.”

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     how orin wishes it was easier to forget that day, it burned in her memory like the power of a hammer made out of solar energy. despair tugs at her every fiber, every dead nerve coming to life at the thought of him; namqi. they say love lost is better than not having loved at all, but it’s a lie when you live forever. that is the nature of this curse, of the light, of unending life  -  you’ll sacrifice more than just that for reasons you won’t completely understand. even now, this far in to this game she’s found herself enraptured in. the memory of learning of his death gives a pause in breadth. eyes soften, the hard line of her lips changes—— her mouth is agape and the loneliness is unbearable. gol doesn’t try to say words of healing, because they won’t help. this is a pain she needs to feel, an isolation that queen mara knows too well.        no one can make contact with her that day, for she grieves in her own way  -  in the stars, where he once took her. venus, io, and even the edge of galaxy where it was too cold to think. she weeps, but the worst is yet to come, she can feel it in her bones. the stars seemed more dim that day. they haven’t brightened since.