❝ Show your face. ❞ FSEOIPFHSEOIFHOISE
HAUNTING ARE the nights he lies awake , the swell & fall of his chest heavy as he staves off the overwhelming feeling of panic just beyond his snaring ribs . the darkness inundates a man with little more to his name than the title he bears , of a clan from whence disillusion was established in the mind of an eccentric youth ; beset with the worries of having left his brother with nothing to mourn , too much to dwell on , genji can barely meet the eyes of his kindred ––– you let them down , young sparrow ; this is your fate , never forget that . / sorrow is hidden beneath a mask that mocks what should be , imitates with blank , luminescent stare , the waning gaze of some former shimada .
HE BLINKS yond cool , metal visage ––– once , twice , batting away the rising disquiet , the suffocation of his egregious existence when sympathised with ideals of the clan . such a simple request , inspiring a grand recoil , rich voice familiar enough , even now , to send a chill down the length of his spine .
❛ FINALLY COME around , have you ? ❜ his muted timbre airs his doubt , fingers twitching in anticipation , seconds away from thrumming a nervous beat into the synthetic mesh atop his thigh . exhale comes slow , tempered by the breathing rig where his throat lie . unlike him to be so chagrined , normally ready to lay down his life if it meant pleasing his brother ; this uncertainty came from a man who sought reconciliation at the prospective cost of his second life .
A MECHANICAL huff of laughter passes in the tense air , artificial digits clinking weakly in a moment against the base of his mask , where metal meets flesh & the warm reminder of his afflictions ; a low hiss supersedes his cautious laugh , his face plate falling neatly ‘twixt refined palms . he smiles , waits a beat before searching for the warm gaze of a bygone life , to find the eyes of the one levelling facet of the past he was forced to leave behind .
❛ NO ONE can resist this face for too long , huh , hanzo ? ❜
THOUGH SCARRED , the creases where his smile reaches his eyes remain true to the man he has always been , reflects the youth that refused to be lost in the atonement for all his faults . he’s scared , but perhaps this marked the progress of their peace .
❛ DON'T STARE too long , brother ––– ❜ the things you learn whilst accepting the shortcomings that came in the form of wild scars .