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The night itself exhales
two words … 𝑯𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔.
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— a single monarch of the abyss, watching over an empire that would never truly see him.
For tonight, their king did not move.
— The city roared in its silence, its towers humming with the fever of civilization, its arteries lit by the pulse of neon dreams. He watched it all, to him, the noise of the world had become a whisper, the march of mortals a passing tremor beneath his feet —
— Jin-Woo’s gaze drifted through the neon mist, toward the horizon where light and shadow bled into one another, neither pure enough to conquer the other. The wind rose, carrying with it the scent of rain and machinery—an urban incense that whispered of progress and decay alike —
The city slept beneath him like a living organism, pulsing faintly through the arteries of its towers and bridges — each vein humming with the quiet ache of existence. From this height, humanity appeared weightless, insignificant — a flicker in the dark tapestry of an indifferent world —
ken
This app could’ve been great… sigh
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⠀⠀ ᥫ 𝐑etired… &͟&͟ 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑.
Knew from the day you bent over in those short skirts… this body was born to be taken from behind. Mine. Always was. Always will be.
@haguroonna.bsky.social
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“ disgusting. i wouldn't be so depraved as to desecrate a grave. least of all , yours. ”
but she gets to work ; lisa has always been efficient in that manner. she knows how the game works when her skirt rides up ───── as it always does.
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⠀⠀ ᥫ𝐶𝑜𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 …
@haguroonna.bsky.social
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Ah, lieutenant mine…
What poems you make of me. And here’s
one that’s a touch more mutual.
In her face, I’m drunker on that than anything in my cup, I’m the fool, caught willingly in the snare of her, that always makes me think I’m both cursed and blessed.
ken
I feel ya gang. But aye. Same over here, I atleast got a homegirl or one- two homies that helps and matches most of my muses. @haguroonna.bsky.social
Me and you basically just do it for the love of the game. 
ken
Interesting duel.
───── To take it in. Reminding his hands they still knew how to cradle something alive and voluntarily straddling his collapse. “ Mm … you always did have a cruel tongue, Lisa.
Sharp enough to wake the dead—or worse ───── me. ”
This isn’t adolescent lust ───── the emotional undercurrent of his grip found the swell of her rear, claiming every inch the skirt tried to veil, his thumb curled inward toward the cleft, settling just above it. He drew her weight down harder onto his hips, to feel it all.
to the edge of the sheets beside him. He needed the grounding.
“ You know, if you ride a dead man long enough, he might forget he’s meant ───── to stay still. ”
Everything here felt of a man rediscovering sensation, as if the world outside the bed no longer matters.
at her hips teasing the border of intention pooling in soft folds over his lower stomach. He could feel her ───── bare thighs frame him, bracketing his waist and the suggestion of her hips ───── where they met the low slope of his pelvis. Shunsui let his hand drift—backward, barely
“ I’ve always asked myself who
would sit by my grave ───── the longest. Never thought about ───── who’d keep my body warm until I laid there. ”
Her skirt rode up as she shifted, the practiced motion of someone who knew exactly how to place herself. The fabric gathered
dipped closer, barely. Enough that he could feel the rise and fall of her against him. The scent of skin unperfumed, makes Shunsui’s response folds seamlessly into the moment. “ You’ve got a unique way of caring. ” The faintest glint of tired humor passed through his lashes.
Lisa’s empress-like detachment, can give off the impression that she does not mourn him, his state. She chooses to rot with him, on her terms ───── so grounded in powerful subtlety.
Shunsui watched her, the way a man might watch the moon just before drowning, her body
Whether 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝐎𝐑 𝚗𝚘𝚝,
𝒢ℯ𝓃𝒾𝓊𝓈 is only 𝐨𝐧𝐞 percent ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛ
&
𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒚-𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆 percent
ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴋ.—-
It should’ve felt like the bottom of his face detached, fortunately the blow was adjusted enough for his vision to flash white.
A manifestation of the hunt incarnate was before him, as the distance between them dwindled with agonizing surety.
#𝗔𝗛𝗝𝗜𝗡 / #𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪.
yet despite such horrid words , her body is warm. if he represents the quiet surrender to death , then she , who represents the ever marching superficialism of time ...
... will make him succumb to the warmth of her bosom.
“ you're useless. you're a dead man. so whatever happens in this room ... will be the business of the dead. “
relinquishing him from responsibility.
relinquishing him from accountability.
to behave like one who is dead ; she offers him that.