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 HIS WORDS URGED SILENCE from her. She had expected the former half of his response; logical reasoning unhindered by feeling nor whimsical idealisms, emphasising the simple yet prominent fact that she had been given many opportunities to take his life yet not made any such attempt. Though, to preach trust in her was a confidence she had not anticipated.

 ❝Maybe I just decided I enjoyed you and didn’t want to kill you so soon.❞ Try as she might to test his reasons to trust her, he had already seen through her facade; she would wait for the perfect opportunity to strike and DO SO, never longer – it was why she was so famed as a snake.

 ❝But, to trust me? I wouldn’t have expected that from you.❞ Trust is not to be taken lightly; it can be the downfall of man, and thus it is hard earned and easily lost ( and when it is lost it leaves wounds ). They both knew this.

 ❝Thank you.❞

[dragonsblades]

He waited until his brother was distracted before balling up some snow and tossing it at his head with the usual speed was known for. "Think fast, Genji!"

【 雀 】It was always a matter of time before one of the brother’s broke whatever promise of peace they had made earlier that day. Sometimes Hanzo would break it, sometimes Genji would, and as boy’s sometimes even their Father would. Hanzo was the first one to throw this year and for the first time in a while, he actually had the upper hand as well. Had he known it or not — there was a cute girl just across the way from them, and Genji was very distracted trying to recall if he knew her name. 

The shout from his brother startled him, and ninja reflexes kicked immediately. Genji jumped out of the way of the projectile, and landed perfectly on a patch of ice. His feet left him and before he knew it he was flat on his ass. 

❝ Hannnnnnzoooo!❞ 

【 馬鹿 】 @superiorshot​

[laviperae-blog]

❤ Whispering sweet nothings in their ear.

acts of affection : accepting | @superiorshot

 ROSABEL WAS AN UNFLAPPABLE woman of excellent composure, well earned after many years of shouldering the IMPORTANCE of reputation. Or so she thought, because this damned man peeled away her tough exterior as effortlessly as he did her clothes.

– Worst yet, he bat not an eye whist doing it.

He could speak things boldly to her that others dare not; beauty, and how endowed she was of it. Many would consider the admittance of ones adoration a weakness, but not Hanzo. He spoke it like FACT and to know fact is shameless.  – His confidence and his calm were overwhelming. Perhaps that was why he could weaken her knees with but words. It only helped his agenda that she thought things of him, too.

His voice, hushed yet husk, danced breaths against her ear. The physicality of his closeness had been enough to raise the fever of her heart, let alone sweet nothings. Such things he whispered to her were unexpected; soft and amored, and they wooed her so effortlessly she need curse herself for it. How embarrassing it was, to be made to feel her heart in her throat with such intensity she could hardly swallow, and for her cheeks to flush any other colour than olive hues. But why? Why must her body react so dramatically to him…?

She squeezed her thighs together instinctively, for the desire she felt for him was becoming just as intrusive.

 ❝H–hush your incessant flirting…❞

[qadiim-blog1]

“ that’s not my decision to make.”

           “-- Avoiding him is not a wise course of action, either. He won’t always make           the first move.”

Tone exasperated at the man’s stubbornness, only distantly reminded at how she used to be much of the same. Had what she felt now merely a reflection of what Jack had to deal with back when she refused to budge? Thoughts swarming of why should she care of the brother’s relationship. It was not her concern and she assumed the archer would be more than happy to remind her of that, too.

A small, childish part of her blamed Genji. For all that the world had thrown at him, she wanted him to be happy, and if that included mending the fractured family he had left ( or considered as such ) then she would do everything in her power to help. Even if she was starting to believe that getting involved and meddling was the least helpful thing she could do.

Thus she merely brushed the bangs away from her face and eyepatch, a steady sigh exhaling through her nose and dismissed the topic with a wave of her hand. Ana was getting nowhere with this, and poking a sleeping dragon was not a good idea. The last thing she wanted Hanzo to do was shut her out completely.

        “Forget I brought it up. Let’s not ruin a good cup of tea with this sour mood, yes?”

[cybnrg-blog]

superiorshot started following you

 “I have never imagined that there would be people still using bows.”

[laviperae-blog]

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 Thud. Thud. Thud…. thud…

They grew weaker with each for strength was waning; it was a miracle she’d made it to his dormitory.

Head had fallen forth against the door and arms were uselessly limp at her sides, leaving only her boot able to muster a knock ‘knock’. She was cautious, quiet, for it was the dead of night and she needn’t wake anyone else.

With her head hung so exhaustedly forward it was impossible to see the mess her face now was: nose bleeding, lip bust, eyes bloodshot and skin pale.  – She’d met a rough ends to a failed mission, and these wounds were only skin deep.

There were more.

[laviperae-blog]

-SLAMS IN FOR KISSES-

kisses [2/3] : no longer accepting | @superiorshot

     THIS WAS NOT how things were supposed to go.

She had sampled his lips - his body, his FERALITY - before, yet she craved them ever since.

And she hadn’t the excuse of alcohol to fall back on this time. Whatever it was that compelled her frightened her. Just not enough to stop. –

Fingertips gently played along his neck, mesmerised by the vulnerability of the skin despite how firm the muscle was underneath. It was erotic almost, to feel the rhythm of his life beat beneath her fingers – and he exposed it to her so readily, a woman whom was paid to sever such things.

But she’d not take his. Rather, her palm came to cup his jaw, and she finally closed the inch gap between their lips, kissing his with desire but slowly, delicately.

     – She had hovered there for an age, so…nervous.

          ❝We weren’t supposed to do this again…❞ A whisper against his skin.

[laviperae-blog]

❛ i don’t want a world without pain, or loss. i just want them to mean something.❜

a softer world : accepting | @superiorshot

 ❝I DO, too.❞ She spoke with a weakened smile, it hardly managing to stay on her lips without being FORCED. Eventually, she surrendered it to the bitter sentiment.

The world was a cruel place, and life had an even crueler sense of humour. Men and women were barbaric and greedy, and their greed preyed on the hearts of others, stealing from them the very force which governed life and happiness so that they may succeed the rest.

 ❝But pain and loss will always mean something. Without pain you cannot measure pleasure, and without loss you cannot measure gain.   – The trials we suffer give whatever happiness we feel purpose and meaning.❞

She looked to him with a glance, sheepish because she knew her words were easily spoken but much harder to believe; naive, optimistic, dreamy – how could one measure their happiness when they had none at all? Rosabel was not often a sentimental woman; logical, methodical, her opinions founded on evidence, but she had HOPE.

 ❝What I… am trying to say is it’ll all be worth it in the end.

  – I just wish I knew how to show you that…❞