1️⃣   ✦   𝑷̶.𝙸.  / /  ᴬᴷᴬ͙  [ 𝙹████  𝚂███ ]

i once believed that it would be some kind of burning red feeling,     (love,)     but it's golden,     i think.     golden like a sun ray,      like daylight.

don't let go of my hand,     please,     promise?

sometimes i wonder if it's even possible ..     (change.)

ah,     this one's ..    she's cassiopeia     —      remember,     the queen known for her vanity?

there's something about the way the street looks when it's just rained,

★

 &   WHEN WAS THAT EVER ANY OF /YOUR/ CONCERN?  [  one final planting of his foot to the throat before the stranger exhales his last breath,  expression carved into shaoqing's features nothing short of sadistic.  THE PITY PARTY THAT'S BEING THROWN TO HIS RIGHT is less than amusing to hear,  but then again,  how much impact should this mystery figure have on his work?  ]   you don't even know who he is.  or what he's done.  (..)  it was well-deserved,    (his crimes are too heinous to name  ╌╌╌  BUT GOD, AREN'T MINE?)   wouldn't you punish the ones who hurt your loved ones?  who made them suffer?  I'M ONLY ENACTING JUSTICE FOR THOSE WHO CAN'T.  [  the shadows of the night fall upon his countenance like a veil, concealing his truth whilst spitting up venom he knew to be nothing but a lie.  when he became so apathetic, he cannot recall.  SHAOQING ONLY REMEMBERS DUTY, & that is what he plans to fulfill. even if it ends with him drowning in the blood of sinners & innocents alike.  E̶̶V̶̶E̶̶N̶ ̶I̶̶F̶ ̶T̶̶H̶̶E̶ ̶“̶̶G̶̶O̶̶O̶̶D̶̶”̶ ̶H̶̶E̶ ̶D̶̶O̶̶E̶̶S̶ ̶̶B̶̶L̶̶U̶̶R̶̶S̶ ̶T̶̶H̶̶E̶ ̶L̶̶I̶̶N̶̶E̶ ̶W̶̶I̶̶T̶̶H̶ ̶“̶̶E̶̶V̶̶I̶̶L̶̶”̶̶.̶  ]    
          ╭┈┈࿐ ࿔˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩╮⠀⠀⠀⠀ 
          ⠀ ⠀⠀ @toharts
          ╰࿐˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩┈┈┈╯ ᝰ໋᳝݊ ꪶ.  . 

EAT ME?  (..)  well, /that/ doesn't sound pleasant.  cannibalism aside, if it's my soul you're planning to snatch, i don't intend to make it easy for you.  [  the sun sets on the pavilion & crimson rays of light dye the water in its hue.  FIRE & WATER WORKING TOGETHER TO WARM HIS CORE, to rekindle the spirit that dies with every passing moment that shèn qì lóu does not fight. behind his eyes carry the myths of old, valued more than half-sunken treasure at the bottom of a coral reef. he'd trained thousands, bid farewell to hundreds more, and shèn qì lóu wouldn't dare throw away the opportunity to do so all over again.  “a bit overdue” might've been true, but now was certainly not his time of expiry. IT NEVER WOULD BE.  ]    ╌╌╌  i hope you'll at least give me the pleasure of battling you,  if nothing else.   (..)   IF YOU SUCCEED,  MY SOUL IS YOURS FOR THE TAKING.  
          
          
          ╭┈┈࿐ ࿔˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩╮⠀⠀⠀⠀ 
          ⠀ ⠀⠀ @glorytithe.ᐟ
          ╰࿐˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩┈┈┈╯ ᝰ໋᳝݊ ꪶ.  . 

keep that AWAY—- !   for all you know,  even /smelling/ that could kill me.   stick to your end & i’ll keep to mine,  thank you /very/ much.

*   pov i elaborate nothing about his character, not because i don't want to but bc it'd take five wikipedia articles