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4. do they wear their hair down when they sleep, or tied up / braided?
How he wears his hair depends on TPO; in most intimate and personal setting, he has his long, silky straight hair down (in his contemplations and meditations, sleeping in his private quarters, etc.) but most often, he has it tied up in a bun. The simple wear of his hair makes it easy for him to put his character-defining garb along with his mask, and most importantly, serves as less distraction when it comes to his movements in combat/sparring. While he definitely prefers sans headwear and manipulation of his hair, there often comes moments when he’s too fatigued - physically and mentally - from dooming remnants of his subconscious and echoing flame that perpetually burn within him and he can be often found with his hair tied in a bun or even in his garb, as he always sleeps on his back with his face turned to the side.
14. do they stay up too late? do they like staying up?
Hanzo rather likes to follow a relatively strict schedule; though he doesn’t oppose the variety and unpredictability of each day’s passing, he much more prefers it to seamlessly blend with each other, instead of letting them free to wander. He does like to stay later into the night, especially when his mind is occupied with the steady stream of the memories (whether it’s of Shirai Ryu or regarding his own trepidations and the prospect of redemption) as his flames draw closer to the impervious depth of the night, drawn close by the slanting shadows. And he likes to mingle through the invincible black as the flame’s glitter entrances his mind over and over again. He can still function well with a few hours’ sleep every day, so he doesn’t mind letting the concept of time flow without him able to gauge.
27. what do they never, ever want to speak of, ever?
While he longs to devour such recurring memories in order to forever retain the intransigent feeling of love and limerence and tenderness once he possessed, the extinction of Shirai Ryu, especially brutal murders of his wife an son is something that continues to suck his consciousness ravenously, despite him craving ardently of such lost love. His starving desire is something that has gone unfulfilled for so long and he fears, his life wouldn’t be able to fill such severed link, now forever lost beneath the paradigm shift of the time. He fears his heart would simply be rendered as a broken record, doomed to play his afflictions over and over, again and again, again and always, until everyone has left him and the gnawing lick of inextinguishable flame would be all that remain inside him, reverberating through the empty spaces within him as he gapes beneath the unending crackle and cadence.
