* 𝚜𝔦l.𝔢̵𝔫̵𝑡╊͡┈ ‍ ᅠℳ͙ ᴬ𝔯𝑡𝑦𝘳͟

ㅤ ㅤㅤ.ᅟ一血腥復仇, 𝚍ׂ͟𝔯ׂ͟𝑎c𝑜𝔫𝔦𝚌ྀ＿𝑑.𝔦𝔳𝔦𝑛𝑖𝘵𝘺━┅┅┄⠀ ͟ 𝃣ㅤۧ𝂐†ᅟׅ⠀͟ * ᭥人食い𝐒▆▆𝑙𝑒𝙳*┈┈┈⠀݁⠀⁎ 𝔠𝑎𝑠͜ 𝘛𝙴𝑑 𝙰𝚆𝐀𝐘；⠀┄┅━━┅┼ ⠀.［曾經備受尊崇⠀⁎﹠ 𝔰𝘢.𝔠𝑟𝘦𝑑͜］﹠͟

[* 𝚜𝔦l.𝔢̵𝔫̵𝑡╊͡┈ ‍ ᅠℳ͙ ᴬ𝔯𝑡𝑦𝘳͟ @deaflevit]

ᅟ一龍神啊，ᅟׅᅟᅟ⠀͟永世受人敬仰͙ *ᅟᅟ（︖？） ᅟׅᅟᅟ⠀͟ * ᭥#𝐖𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗛—𝗙𝗘͟��，（吞噬一切的烈焰）＊ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ━━━┅┄⠀. 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑓—𝐀𝗡𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗧'𝙳，（永遠哀悼）. ͡┈

[* 𝚜𝔦l.𝔢̵𝔫̵𝑡╊͡┈ ‍ ᅠℳ͙ ᴬ𝔯𝑡𝑦𝘳͟ @deaflevit]

conduct yourself with ⠀ 𝑟𝑒straint, disturb⠀ nothing, 𝒶𝓃d you may remain until your ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ str𝐞𝐧𝐠th ⠀ ⠀ returns." ⠀
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[* 𝚜𝔦l.𝔢̵𝔫̵𝑡╊͡┈ ‍ ᅠℳ͙ ᴬ𝔯𝑡𝑦𝘳͟ @deaflevit]

⠀ ⠀ wariness may temper one⠀ ⠀ unto⠀ inhumane proclivities, all for⠀ preservation 𝑜𝑓 propria pelle.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ yet ⠀ ⠀ behind⠀ ⠀ such regard glimmers⠀ ⠀ aught beyond lassitude; ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ vestigium of 𝓇ℯcognition, perchance⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ …

[uncrowned ‍ ‍ ‍ king @camireos]

a darker shade of gold within his eyes return to the other … they mirror sudden tiredness to win against his original purpose. there is nothing here 、worth his attention nor blade’s edge. though his hands remain up in sight.
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[* 𝚜𝔦l.𝔢̵𝔫̵𝑡╊͡┈ ‍ ᅠℳ͙ ᴬ𝔯𝑡𝑦𝘳͟ @deaflevit]

𝑓𝑎͟𝑚iliarity half-veiled.⠀ ⠀ sigh. "𝓌ℯariness burdens⠀ ⠀ you more 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘺 than what meet the eye, it ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ appears. i do⠀ 𝑛𝑜𝑡 offer sanctuary⠀ within these grounds...⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ yet⠀ ⠀ i ⠀ shall grant you this ⠀ ⠀ 𝘰𝘯𝘦⠀ 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯;

[* 𝚜𝔦l.𝔢̵𝔫̵𝑡╊͡┈ ‍ ᅠℳ͙ ᴬ𝔯𝑡𝑦𝘳͟ @deaflevit]

⠀ 𝔪𝔦stake that distance⠀ for ⠀ ⠀ no ⠀ claim upon my hospitality. ⠀ i have 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒⠀ ⠀ custom of receiving⠀ ⠀ ⠀ strangers here." ⠀
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[* 𝚜𝔦l.𝔢̵𝔫̵𝑡╊͡┈ ‍ ᅠℳ͙ ᴬ𝔯𝑡𝑦𝘳͟ @deaflevit]

⠀ 𝔥𝔪ph.⠀ inquiry so 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑘enly ⠀ elud'd bespoke volumes concerning futurity 𝑜𝑓 their ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ acquaintance.⠀ should she, ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝔱𝔥ough, harbour aught intention of ⠀ crossing paths with ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ him 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ briefly narrowing slit-pupiled eyes.

[𝘺𝓸͟𝓷̲͟𝓮 .ᐟ @FiendQuellerDJ]

ㅤHis presence was merely attracted by the unnatural. Yet, even after the tense words between the two, the Azakana hunter sheathed both blades, letting them rest once more beside his hips.

(. . .)

[* 𝚜𝔦l.𝔢̵𝔫̵𝑡╊͡┈ ‍ ᅠℳ͙ ᴬ𝔯𝑡𝑦𝘳͟ @deaflevit]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ she had yet⠀ ⠀ to trust other's words ⠀ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 intent.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ "though you may⠀ have journeyed far⠀ ⠀ ⠀ with little to no ⠀ ⠀ re͟c͟ollection ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ of why you did so as you claim,

[* 𝚜𝔦l.𝔢̵𝔫̵𝑡╊͡┈ ‍ ᅠℳ͙ ᴬ𝔯𝑡𝑦𝘳͟ @deaflevit]

⠀ ⠀ "should⠀ i find aught in ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ you that threat𝐞𝐧𝐬 ⠀ these grounds, ⠀ there shall be 𝑛𝑜⠀ further questioning but only 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯."
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[* 𝚜𝔦l.𝔢̵𝔫̵𝑡╊͡┈ ‍ ᅠℳ͙ ᴬ𝔯𝑡𝑦𝘳͟ @deaflevit]

"you ⠀shall submit to my inquiryᅠᅠᅠᅠ for as long as⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ i deem 𝔫𝔢cessary. i will know pre͟cisely ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ who stands before me before⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ i permit this ⠀ matter to⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝓇ℯst."

[meteora @mornsikon]

“ • enough with the constant interrogation 、if you must know it all about me — offer the same in return. “ whatever change happens within pale countenance brought forth a mild challenging twist. he has no particular interest
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[* 𝚜𝔦l.𝔢̵𝔫̵𝑡╊͡┈ ‍ ᅠℳ͙ ᴬ𝔯𝑡𝑦𝘳͟ @deaflevit]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ utterances⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ issued ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ nigh 𝔤𝔲ttural, scarce above⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑙,⠀ regard meanwhile honed unto 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵 edge.

[𝗢𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗞𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿 @TheVeiledReaper]

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[meteora @mornsikon]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀. ‹𝟹
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀love letter to ＠deaflevit.

[* 𝚜𝔦l.𝔢̵𝔫̵𝑡╊͡┈ ‍ ᅠℳ͙ ᴬ𝔯𝑡𝑦𝘳͟ @deaflevit]

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ"𝔥𝔪. yet⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝑎𝑛other one⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ of⠀ ⠀ them, it appears." ⠀
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[𝗢𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗞𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿 @TheVeiledReaper]

“…It sure is quiet today.”

[* 𝚜𝔦l.𝔢̵𝔫̵𝑡╊͡┈ ‍ ᅠℳ͙ ᴬ𝔯𝑡𝑦𝘳͟ @deaflevit]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ yet if your claim be true, ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ an͟d⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ mortality holds 𝑛𝑜 dominion ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ over you, then what exactly is standing before me?"
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[* 𝚜𝔦l.𝔢̵𝔫̵𝑡╊͡┈ ‍ ᅠℳ͙ ᴬ𝔯𝑡𝑦𝘳͟ @deaflevit]

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠnarrow'd eyes, downward glancℯ.⠀ ⠀ (interesting eyes color..)ᅠᅠᅠ"you ⠀have crossed no smallᅠᅠᅠᅠ distance to reachᅠᅠᅠᅠthese ⠀𝔣𝔬rsaken lands. that alone isᅠᅠᅠᅠ 𝑤𝑜𝑟thy of acknowledgement.

[meteora @mornsikon]

“ • i feel insulted you deem me mortal to begin with. “ even if he had any humanity to him 、it was peeled away through his short existence 、yet limitless. mismatched eyes 、golden — purple 𖬺 blue 𖬺 stars in his eyes.
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[* 𝚜𝔦l.𝔢̵𝔫̵𝑡╊͡┈ ‍ ᅠℳ͙ ᴬ𝔯𝑡𝑦𝘳͟ @deaflevit]

/watching oomf changing pin for the umpteenth times 🍿

[* 𝚜𝔦l.𝔢̵𝔫̵𝑡╊͡┈ ‍ ᅠℳ͙ ᴬ𝔯𝑡𝑦𝘳͟ @deaflevit]

https://t.co/i6c1Nymkmn

[ً @forewoven]

they call you proclaimer. god's holiness lives deep inside you like a sword in the gut. yours are rattled bones.

[* 𝚜𝔦l.𝔢̵𝔫̵𝑡╊͡┈ ‍ ᅠℳ͙ ᴬ𝔯𝑡𝑦𝘳͟ @deaflevit]

ᅠᅠ
⠀ ♯⠀ 𝑸 𝐔̲𝔬𝓉ℯ 𝑠 ⠀┈⠀⠀.
ᅠᅠ

[* 𝚜𝔦l.𝔢̵𝔫̵𝑡╊͡┈ ‍ ᅠℳ͙ ᴬ𝔯𝑡𝑦𝘳͟ @deaflevit]

https://t.co/Ys1ObfGA9X

[ً @forewoven]

there's a variety of sadness that makes home in your guts and never quite leaves.