#im just...... seductively squats @ u

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✂ fatality me bby

tools of carnage, force feeding each other of codes of honor and loyalty— what does it all mean when bi-han is now gone?  it’s a miscalculation to let himself drown in emotions; his masters would chastise him, burying bruises onto his skin so he could inflict them back on his next assigned enemies. kuai liang’s heart withered since long ago but still not frozen enough to be insensitive to loss. ( not yet. ) he knows he is not calm nor collected when he hears and feels his blood rush as the ice blade digs in his brother’s murderer’s gut deeper. silence follows, hand reaching for scorpion’s neck. a deadly chill bites at his victim’s throat, winter’s breath soft against the wide white of his eyes.

the lin kuei always demands their rivals’ destruction, and so he sought and claimed his kill without remorse. kuai liang does not know how to define home anymore and will never see again any semblance of it; but his new mantle still finds purpose in the unwavering dedication to his clan and in avenging his kin.

by now, he has new gloves made of crimson, clashing with the blue of his outfit and it matches his new self perfectly. the wound is abyssal, tearing flesh wider in a sickening sound, the bleeding soon turning into a shining silver. scorpion’s gargles slowly quietens, sub-zero’s digits freezing the liquid his prey has been choking upon, lulled to a comforting numbness gifted by death’s cold hand.

(  he was used to imitate and follow his big brother— isn’t what siblings always do?— but now is too different from a much simpler time. a time where his role model did not place a deadly instrument in his trembling hands, a time where he seemed much kinder. but no matter what, bi-han was home away from home, despite how the lin kuei reshaped them both. )

kuai liang remembers a time when he did not wish to hurt anyone.

     ❛   for my brother, you die.   ❜   his grip oddly softens, letting coldness as his sole companion in his final moment. with a nimble movement and hushed steps, he’s gone. ( just like everything else was gone now, too. )     / @shirairyuu​. ( send me ‘✂’ and my muse will kill yours. )