⚠️ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Triggering themes will be present. I will not write explicit abuse but it is implied. Alcohol and foul language. Writer has been through enough to know what she can or cannot write. Although my account will not focus on these themes, know that it’s possible.
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At Genji. The bandaids on his face . . . The puffed under—eyes , despite genji always denying whenever he cried. The atmosphere was heavy … Hanzo would understand in this moment why Genji always wanted an escape. The heaviness ..
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「I think it looks great on you … been some time since I’ve seen your actual hair. 」He said as he watched genji pull the plate closer. All seemed mellow, but a scolding had always kept genji home that night.
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ᅠ Index and thumb pulls the plate closer——looking at the perfectly cut squares of powdery delight. Good thing there’s hot tea,otherwise, he would only be able to eat half a cube before sticking his tongue out. “Have some too.”
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And tonight … he is home. 「 We can head out in the morning to get more food, i’d forgotten to go today. 」Hanzo reached for one, putting into his mouth and keeping close to dissolve. He couldn’t stop looking
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[ It comes out more comical, his jab. Something to attempt to lighten the air. ] Like any young version of oneself would ask … how am I? Or. How are *you? …
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[ Like a distorted mirror—— the young Hanzo carries the same emotions, ones he’d always shield behind the stoic face of the eldest son . . . But there’s no hiding here. Because in reality, he was by himself. ]
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again . he's more nervous than anything, really . but why, he can't figure out .. ]
i .. do not know how . but we are the same . only .. a few ages apart .
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[ Hanzo nodded. There was no point in denying something he can feel. Besides who would claim such thing. There’s sadness in his older’s eyes, something that seemed permanent. He wants to question it. ] Few years , huh?
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