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“… he who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. and if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you,”

an exploration into:  THE  PATH  TO “TRUE ENLIGHTENMENT”  AND  THE PERVERSION  OF  SUCH  PATHS,   THE  NECESSARY  EVIL,    THE  FINE  LINE  BETWEEN  GOOD  AND  BAD,    SHATTERED  FAITH  IN  THE  WORLD,  LOYALTY,   A  DRIVE  FOR  EVOLUTION,    CORRUPTED  GODHOOD,     AND  MORE.

✧  like all shinigami, noriko wields a zanpakutō, her zanpakutō being tripartite soul/san-mono kōsei no tamashī.. in short, her zanpakutō “bounds” her opponents soul to the san-mono kōsei no tamashī, leaving their three aspects of soul, reason/cognitive functions (logistikon/logos),  spiritual energy/morale (thumoeides/thymos) and appetite/desires (epithumetikon/eros) susceptible to manipulation by noriko at her own will..

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*      @ilyielt falls to the ground. should i lock in and make an ig account just so we can plot

*    see now this wouldnt be an issue if shitpad didn’t get rid of the pm features MY GOD

but let me drop a line for u since i wasnt able to earlier!!

A GENTLE MELODY FADES INTO THE BACKGROUND AS COLE AND FAUSTINE SWAY WITH EVERY BEAT.  Cole had been the one taking the initiative,  feeling a sense of familiarity as he lead the pair with each step.  however the brand of whiskey was beginning to flush his cheeks and he found Faustine was directing parts of this performance,  allowing her to be his anchor when needed.  their close proximity was intimate,  and in the moment there would be no threat to invoke any fear.  nothing else mattered.  just them.  “i wish we could stay like this forever..”

THE INCARNATE ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘⁿ,      
            LADY JEJU   |   HAN—EUL.    〳  
            
            ⧼    i.        lady jeju   &  
            the beloved sister.             
            
                            ❛    I’M SORRY.    I’M SORRY FOR EVERYTHING.    HYEON—JU,   IF I COULD CLEAN   &   NURSE ALL THE WOUNDS  &  SCARS  YOU’VE GAINED FROM OVER THE YEARS I WOULD.   I WILL NEVER,   EVER FORGIVE MYSELF FOR LEAVING YOU ALONE.    I LOVE YOU.      ❜      
            
                  ﹙₀₁﹚        han—eul almost breaks like fragile china at  ❲ @haengunsonyo’s ❳  touch.    it’s been eight years since hyeon—ju touched her like this,   held her like this.   han—eul  almost  feels angry.    angry at herself,   or her beloved sister?   han—eul was tossed aside by hyeon—ju,  dismissed.    emotions seem  to bubble   &  swell within her,   feelings she must’ve kept inside for years.   
            
                  ₍ ₀₂ ₎        instead han—eul hesitates (for the first time in a long time.)    she doesn’t hold faustine like she desires,  and her real name gets hard to stomach.   she doesn’t hold hyeon—ju,  instead.   (she)  stands at a standstill, hands would waver against her sisters shoulders.   giving a light shove.    what was her excuse now?   she needed to take it all in?

❙ ּ ֶָ   언니   *  i’m everything you’re not, @jejufated.          ⭒          it’s all too much for her to think about. she wanted to stumble around the topic of her eye ever since she answered the recall —  but she knew well she couldn’t avoid talking about it /forever/, (archambeau wishes dearly to run away from the topic the same way she ran away from haneul. but she’s ran out of room to run, and it’s time for the girl to face her fears.). the topic of what happened that night leaves her mouth dry, leaving a rotten taste. she stumbles on her words, looking down to the ground as ashamed. “i don't,” then, she pauses, clenching her jaw. she can remember that night like it was yesterday, the sound of the gunshot that had echoed into the night and the way gabriel, reaper, /whatever her father become/, had snarled at her. she remembers it all. the way haneul speaks hurts her in a way she’d never thought would, the horror in her voice, she feels betrayed. had gabriel ruined her that much? she didn’t want to know. she stands in front of haneul ashamed of who she’s become. tears form at the corner of archambeau’s eye before she finishes her sentence. “i don’t want to talk about it, haneul–   hanny,  언니,    ..   /he’s ruined me, reyes, 내 아버지, he was supposed to protect me   ..  and  .. .   and  ..” she chokes on her words before her walls break down completely. breaking down into tears, she holds onto her sister like it was the last time she’d ever see her again. she wanted nothing more than to be gifted with her sister’s touch, how she’d miss it. within the eight or so years the two had been separated, never had archambeau been in as much despair and loneliness as she had in all her years of life. it tore her apart, truly, no matter how many times reyes could shoot out her eye, no pain would ever hurt as much as the way her heart had ached. so she clings onto haneul for her life, for those eight years, almost as if to apologize for her absence, to apologize for leaving.

내 아기   *   “My baby”  

/   ‘악의로’  with malice 

I’LL JUST DROP IT COMPLETELY.   FORGET ABOUT JACK.