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❛❛ Muito  bom  ⸻⸻⸻⸻  Mas  tijolo  NÃO  REVIDA. ❜❜

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        @𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒎𝒂𝒏​  kinda actually plotted  𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓  ！                              ⟨   𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐆  𝐒𝐔𝐁-𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎  +  𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖  ⟩

❛❛ You  seem  to  be  laboring  under  the  DELUSION  I  am  going  to  simply  let  you  go  without  A  WORD. ❜❜      Despite  being  a  man  of  few  words,  these  most  always  carried  the  precise  measure  of  EARNESTNESS  and  PRACTICABILITY  necessary  to  make  his  point  come  across  CRYSTAL  CLEAR.  Still,  perhaps  not  as  clear  as  the  sharp,  ever  so  slightly  narrowed  irises  locked  on  his  fortuitous  listener  with  an  evident  air  of  WARINESS  and  even  certain  DISDAIN.  Still,  this  very  man  was  quite  aware  the  present  scenario  and  its  utter  URGENCY  might  not  exactly  allow  an  opening  for  any  such  LONG  PROSE.

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❛❛ There  is  no  pleasure  without  PAIN. ❜❜    A  rhetoric  pause  is  made,  only  to  emphasize  the  point  with  a   somewhat  awkward smile.  Such  delivery  only  served  to  increase  the  suspense  for  a  final  PUNCHLINE,  which  of  course,  came  in  the  very  same  humorous  tone,  so  contrasting  perhaps  with  the  REPUTATION  this  master  built  for  himself.   ❛❛ ━━━━━━━━ And  I  am  in  AGONY. ❜❜

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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.

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❛❛ Hurting  them  back  will  not  heal  your  pain . . . ❜❜    And  this  cryomancer,  more  than  anyone,  can  understand  his  very  own  assertion  ━━━━━━━━━━━━━  And  all  the  aching  that  it  entails.  But  still,  even  after  so  many  years  of  sweat  and  blood  shed,  it  lingers  on  this  master  this  desire  to  prevent  others  from  taking  the  same  kind  of  cruel  journey.  At  least  the  way  he  did.

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❛❛ Sabe  porque  eu  nunca  sinto  frio? ❜❜    Sarcasmo  pinga  das  palavras  pausadas,  pronunciadas  com  a  mais  envolvente  e  até  talvez  até  assustadora  serenidade.  A  verdade  é  que  a  intonação  ligeiramente  desafiadora  nada  mais  era  do  que  uma  forma  de  incitar  uma  réplica,  ou  ao  menos  a  curiosidade,  ainda  que  ele  mesmo  viesse  a  responder  ao  próprio  suspense  criado.      ❛❛  Porque  estou  sempre  coberto  de  razão. ❜❜

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from  this  𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄  »  @𝒚𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔​  𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 ：

❝ I am often seized by the fatal American need to have a pretty good time. ❞ (( For Kuai Liang. Time for shitpost memes. ))

❛❛ Is  it  worth  it  though   ━━━━━━━  ? ❜❜    Features  stretch  in  a  comical  expression  of  disdain  and  contempt  for  he  can  only  relate  to  those  words  partially.  Both  because  he  shares  only  half  of  such  ascendancy  and,  in  essence,  the  fact  that ‘good  time’  has  become  a  foreign  concept  in  these  late  years.  Still,  some  composure  could  still  be  managed  for  there’s  a  name  and  reputation  to  sustain,  as  well  as  the  benefit  of  the  doubt  could  be  given  to  someone  bold  enough  to  use  such  words  after  all.  Solid  arms  fold  in  front  of  the  chest,  as  if  forming  an  invisible  barrier,  although  in  the  silent  face  only  the  defiance  seems  to  be  written,  an  open  invitation  to  retort  if  she  dares.      ❛❛ I  came  out  to  have  good  time  and  I  honestly  have  only  been  feeling  attacked. ❜❜

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from  this  𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄  »  @𝒌𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂​​​​  𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 ：

❝ My emotions have three outlets: haughty silence, tears and rage. ❞ (from 🔥 to ❄️)

A  consider  amount  of  willpower  is  required  to  overcome  the  desire  to  laugh,  although  an  irreprehensible  chuckle  still  seems  to  dare  bubble  up  his  throat,  producing  an  rather  peculiar  noise.  Maybe  that  wasn't  the  most  deserving  or  appropriate  context  for  a  laugh,  yet  that  raw  honesty,  intonation  and  the  precise  timing  somehow  still  managed  to  squeeze  out  some  humor  from  that  solid  mountain  of  a  man,  even  though  there  weren't  exactly  as  many  reasons  to  share  many  genuine  and  carefree  laughs  as  of  late.  Especially  considering  the  circumstances  entangling  both  individuals  in  question:  After  all,  after  such  a  long  time  of  peaceful  coexistence,  every  detail,  every  nuance  that  made  each  other  unique  was  no  longer  uncovered  and  certainly  no  factual  surprise  should  come  from  those  words  ━━━━━━━━━━━━  no  matter  how  somber  they  might  sound.

❛❛ Oh, ❜❜      Still,  there's  room  for  the  playacting  of  a  theatrical  surprise,  as  evidenced  in  the  slightly  widened  cerulean  gaze  though  no  other  change  is  noticeable  in  his  serious  expression.  One  heavy  hand  leisurely  and  softly  placed  over  his  broad  chest  just  to  enhance  the  act  while  the  soft  words  make  no  secret  of  his  playful  sarcasm.      ❛❛ In  all  my  years,  in  this  vital  industry,  this  is  the  first  time  I  have  come  to  notice  it. ❜❜      Brow  rises  at  the  end  of  the  sentence  only  to  emphasize  his  punchline  deliver,  tone  spiced  with  a  bit  of  self-satisfaction,  and  the  face...  Ah,  his  face,  it  remains  inflexible  as  a  rock,  still  carrying  this  hint  of  disdain  which  only  wouldn’t  help  to  take  any  of  those  words  seriously.    ❛❛ Should  I  dare  offer  Master  Hasashi  an  alternative?  Or  does  he  believe  it  to  be  good  as  it  is? ❜❜    Don’t  go wasting  your  emotions...

[indulgentia]

❛❛ Eu  não  sou  apenas  um  belo  conjunto  de  peitos  ━━━━━━━ ❜❜      A  fala  faz  uma  pausa  no  meio  da  frase,  apenas  para  garantir  que  haja  a  quantidade  certa  de  veemência  em  seu  suspense  teatral  para  a  sentença  final  que  está  por  vir.      ❛❛ ━━━━━━━━━   Também  sou  um  incrível  par  de  pernas. ❜❜      Bem,  errado  não  'tá.

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