#﹙⠀ sasorikigai ⠀»⠀ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ：HANZO ！ ﹚

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from  this  𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄  »  @𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒌𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒊​  𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅：

☢ = falling over & ◎ = taking care of them while ill (for Liang in any verse)

Evident  penitence  in  the  frigid  and  seemingly  inexorable  gaze  hides  the  anxiety  devouring  the  man  inside  out  as,  framed  by  thick  furrowed  brows,  embarrassment  dances  on  the  sharp  irises  as  they  stare  into  the  other  pair  of  ambers  a  few  inches  away,  trying  to  find  in  them  some  plausible  answer  to  the  present  situation:  His  very  tall  and  imposing  figure  now  stretched  out  on  the  bed,  suffering  from  high  fever  and  weakness  as  any  other  mortal  from  this  realm  would.  Quite  a  prowess,  he  couldn’t  stop  thinking  while  there’s  no  choice  but  to  swallow  dryly  his  very  own  crushed  pride  in  silence.  He  finds  himself  caught  in  this  impression  of  momentary  vexation  for  letting  his  body  arrive  at  such  an  outcome:  heat  illness  is  something  that  has  been  endured  before,  yet  this  time  it  has  this  perhaps  never  before  felt  sweet  taste  of  tenderness  of  having  the  attentive  care  of  someone.  Frail  sense  of  comfort  for  the  probable  scolding  to  come,  at  the  same  measure,  seems  allow  the  body  to  loose  howbeit  at  the  touch  over  the  warm  skin.  Far  too  trusting  of  the  other’s  intention,  cryomancer  barely  can  pretend  to  share  the  same  amount  of  care  for  his  very  own  self:    

❛❛ How  shameful  of  me,  burdening  Master  Hasashi  with  my  weakness. ❜❜    Though  it  could  have  intended  to  sound  as  casual  as  possible,  the  speech  still  seemed  to  carry  traces  of  a  somewhat  sour  ( and,  oddly  enough,  cruel )  humor.  He  shouldn’t  be  worried  about  losing  face  right  now,  far  worse  things  could  happen  at  this  rate,  still  more  than  the  physical  discomfort,  this  sense  of  powerlessness  in  front  of  that  man  of  all  people  is  more  than  his  body  could  ever  bear.  There  is,  thus,  a  certain  condescension  towards  himself  on  those  words  as  the  man  seemed  to  take  some  effort  to  perfectly  pronounce  them  so  the  pain  of  breathing  would  be  unnoticeable;  He  would  hate  to  show  even  more  weakness  at  that  point,  even  if  every  inch  of  his  body  cried  the  exact  opposite:  the  warm  redness  of  the  overly  warm  skin,  the  weak  but  accelerated  pulse.  The  worst  part,  however,  was  that  he  could  feel,  feel  that  he  was  no  fortress  like  he  wished  to  be  and  he  could  see  at  every  passing  second  the  walls  falling  apart,  revealing  more  than  the  loosen  clothes  he  was  dressed  in,  exposing  his  inner  sanctum.  This  thought  alone  could  make  him  shudder,  but  not  exactly  precise  why:  Embarrassment?  Frustration  for  showing  weakness?  Fear?  Oh,  but  that  was  something  he  would  refuse  to  feel,  for  the  sake  of  his  own  existence;  fear.  Still,  perhaps  a  reflection  of  the  numbness  caused  by  his  current  state,  any  left  restraint  that  still  desperately  upheld  his  pride  seems  to  be  broken  as  the  solid  body  softly  and  leisurely  leans  towards  the  caring  touch,  deep  voice  waning  into  a  some  sort  of  plea.     

❛❛ It  will  not  happen  again. ❜❜

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@𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒌𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒊   𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒅 ：

"The starlight seems to shine the brightest over the Lin Kuei Temple, as the world no longer remains something static, irredeemably given by a natural language of our fluid, natural love," ever since bestowing his undying, unconditional love to Liang, Hanzo's concept of language had been wholly redefined and re-imagined with the world which expanded along with it. How his hands - his body's gates of tenderness, the tools of his wonders - be they violent or gentle, be they both as Kuai Liang had known them to be.

But now, there is a vehemence of solemn sincerity and cradled warmth; emanating hearth fire of comfort and quietude, as their proximity remains entangled, but enough for Hanzo to present the exquisitely lacquered and crafted bento box full of New Year Japanese fare. "May a New Year harbor new exquisite emotions and connections, new heights to fly as we continue to fill one another with the thoughts of gentle eternity and beyond. Happy New Year, my beloved A-Liang."

How the mellow depth of his dark brown eyes manifest themselves as a crackle of a steady bonfire, fluttering and fluttering without a hindrance to all. As unfading butterflies and fulfilled desires run in his vein, the intransience of Hanzo Hasashi's love makes itself known, as he delves deeper into Liang's space, as rushing advance of his lips ravenously clutch his beloved's in a vehement, intense kiss.

        ✧・ﾟ:*  〈 �� 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐄𝐑!  ： 𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐆  +  𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐎  〉 *:・ﾟ✧

Overwhelming  TENDERNESS  afflicts  every  fiber  of  that  gigantic  figure  right  at  the  glimpse  of  his  beloved,  so  intently  immersed  in  his  own  thoughts  while  focusing  on  his  writing.  That  countenance  just  as  intricate  the  ancient  paintings  of  UNREACHABLE  DEITIES,  calm  and  serene  as  the  gentle  summer  breeze  blowing  through  the  leaves.  A  so  very  treasured  moment  BURNED  into  his  heart  to  never  be  forgotten.  An  impulse,  as  childlike  as  the  juvenile  he  had  never  been  allowed  to  be,  almost  impelled  him  to  unashamedly  seek  for  COMFORT,  for  warmth  in  that  physique.  In  a  daze,  cryomancer  stared,  Heavens  know  for  how  long,  SAVOURING  each  detail  before  being  brought  back  to  reality  by  that  pleasant  sound  of  his  beloved  voice.

TEMPTATION  proves  too  hard  to  resist  as  he  closes  the  distance  between  the  two,  calmly  positioning  their  faces  next  to  each  other,  in  a  PERFECT  FIT  as  he  listens  intently  to  each  word.  The  texture  touch  of  his  beloved’s  skin,  inch  by  inch  over  his  own,  delivered  a  wave  of  strong  impulses,  running  down  his  spine,  causing  his  body  to  tremble  almost  imperceptibly  for  a  brief  moment.  How  could  he  resist?  His  expression  reassuring  at  every  word,  mouth  letting  escape  soft  hums  of  pleasure,  in  subtle  nods  of  ADORATION  interspacing  each.  Their  hot,  noisy  and  perhaps  even  breathing  seemed  to  entice  him  all  the  more  and  more,  however,  this  master  still  not  quite  synchronized  sure  of  how  far  would  be  APPROPRIATE  to  go  just  yet,  taking  the  opportunity  to  wrap  one  arm  around  his  beloved,  pulling  him  closer  while  calmly  observing  his  actions.  For  a  second,  his  body  seemed  to  relax,  hand  almost  hesitating  perhaps  FEARING  to  squeeze  more  than  necessary,  as  if  that  other  hand  and  that  moment  could  be  BROKEN  by  the  mere  pressing  of  fingers.  But  Heavens,  how  he  would  refuse  to  allow  it  to  go,  how  he  would  not  stop  using  all  his  strength  to  hold  that  moment  ━━━━━━━  that  one  person  tight  to  NEVER  ALLOW  him  to  go.

                     In  this  moment,  in  the  future  ahead.                                       You,  and  YOU  ALONE  are  ENOUGH.

❛❛ You  went  OUT  of  your  way  just  so  you  could  share  this  moment  with  me  ━━━━━━━━━━  I  couldn’t  be  anything  less  than  GRATEFUL. ❜❜      Eyes  seem  to  glister  with  surprise  and  APPRECIATION,  though  perhaps  the  features  seem  to  change  so  little,  before  straying  back  to  the  other's  visage,  this  somewhat  AWKWARD  TEASE  more  like  an  observation  than  any  real  affront.  Well,  of  all  possible  dates,  having  him  in  this  one  that  was  more  than  just  a  reflection  of  the  change  in  the  world  around  him,  but  also  of  the  change  WITHIN  HIMSELF,  celebrating  another  year  walking  no  longer  under  the  command  of  his  old  clan,  no  longer  alone,  but  now  with  the  family  he  had  chosen  for  himself  and  that  has  sworn  to  protect  UNTIL  THE  END  of  his  life  in  this  realm.  He  can  feel  the  blood  rushing  to  his  face,  he  can  sense  the  warmth  invading  his  cheeks  slightly  but  in  such  a  pleasing  way  that  simply  couldn't  make  those  tender  crescents  in  his  eyes  fade  away  before  deciding  to  place  his  forehead  over  his  baobei's.

In  the  ends  of  this  world  where  only  the  aurora  dares  to  touch,  maybe  all  he  could  promise  was  perhaps  it  was  more  of  what  a  LEADER  than  a  what  lover  would,  yet  it  was  all  his  circumstances  have  allowed  him  to:     ❛❛ Let  the  heavens  be  the  witnesses  of  my  vows  to  you,  that  we  continue  to  guide  our  clans  with  wisdom,  strengthening  one  another  with  the  fortitude  gained  through  all  these  HARDSHIPS,  and  looking  forward  to  this  future  laying  ahead  ━━━━━━━━━━  TOGETHER  with  you,  my  love,  Hanzo. . .  Happy  new  year. ❜❜     It  was  hard  to  not  allow  himself  to  SUCCUMB  to  that  delightful  instinct  that  sank  him  deeper  and  deeper  into  the  Abyss  of  desire.  And  quite  honestly  no  intention  of  stopping  lingered  either  as  the  cryomancer's  lips  hungrily  sought  for  those  of  his  beloved,  returning  the  kiss  in  equal  intensity  with  an  UMBEARABLE  ANXIETY  for  the  events  to  unfold  in  the  far  or  near  future.