"The heart of a mentor who loves her students shall soon fall to ruin. Your hopes, your very dreams will turn to ashes, and the blood of these children will mix with your tears. The scent of salt and iron will fill your nostrils. There is no hope, there is no peace, there is no salvation. There is nothing, nothing but seething hatred and endless sorrow."
@witheredblossom // random pain // always accepting.
anxiety knots in the pit of her stomach ---- she’s long since lost dreams to the bitter embrace of death, to the vileness of loneliness and despair. Kurenai, the sensei who sees her team as her own, to be protected as if they were of her own bloodline. for them she will bare her teeth to protect their throats, though she has never coddled them. in some cases, he would be correct --- but for them, she knows it as bitter deceit from a man who’s lost everything left to love in the world. they have not.
for as long as the will of fire burns brightly in their chests, they can withstand everything. they may fall, but they will fall in defence of those they love, as she would have for her own team. Kurenai does the unthinkable --- she laughs. it’s like battery acid, it burns and burns, it’s both bitter and amused. ‘ perhaps in your world, with your accursed eyes. where you see sorrow, we see joy, blood and tears, rain. don’t project your bitterness to where it’s not wanted. ’
