#(scorpion vc. don't be stupid wanda)

[sasorikigai]

"Alright, hot head, calm down! Or do I have to use this on you?" Wanda held up the nozzle of the fire extinguisher, pointing it at Hanzo. She had pulled the pin out and was ready and waiting to put his flames out. 

Random Inbox Shenanigans || @hexsreality || always accepting

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Love has always been the thing with sharp teeth and burnt skin; there always has been so much blood - if wrath and vengeance was an altar, Scorpion was the embodiment of a perfect zealot, an unrelenting devotee that would eternally and senselessly fulfill the grotesque and gruesome desire. It may have been tragically beautiful to Hanzo Hasashi, but it is furthermore terrifying and traumatic, for Scorpion to think upon the exacerbating dread and despair that would follow, at his once-mortal limitations, vulnerability, and pathetic helplessness.

Such futile satisfaction would come through the vile, visceral act of breaking his victims' ribs, prying their chests open with his own roughened bloody hands and start violating things inside to scoop out the gory cavity. Perhaps the hellish demon in his mind had been the ever-hungry heart-beast. Even this, nothing could fill the unfathomable void, proven unfillable, instead of being just unfilled. How Scorpion feels, to be left alone with this aggravating emptiness, even with this hope of his gruesome fantasies for comfort as his still human, rational heart struggled against the unyielding resolve of adamant grasp of the Netherrealm.

"I cannot escape my rage, for there is a pain in me that will never be quietened. I choke it to death, beat it until it bleeds, I light it on blazing hellfire, I even attempt to tuck it and love it. I abandon it for a few days and sit it with my back turned. But it grows, grows, and grows like the unquenchable flames of the Nether. It will not go away," Hanzo's gripping, yet desperate gaze remains immovable - as if time itself had been frozen - as his pulsing heartbeat matches that of the undulating hellfire that courses through him. No longer, Scorpion encompasses the wide warm sky with halcyon peace and serenity. The volatility of his vehement emotions become the very seed of conflagration that would cause wildfire in the wind of his despair and grief.

After all, he was the reason why his everything had been taken away from him. And this everlasting heaviness crushes him quietly as his cold stare narrows. Challenging.

"I did not think of you foolish enough, to dare think that a mere fire extinguisher would hollow me out of my fire. It will only burst you asunder and melt you like wax." ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||