#they are worsties your honor 😌😌

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𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑, ❝   spirits, demons, they’re all dangerous.   ❞ ( from her bestie yato 😩😩💓)

red stares into her, oozing from half shut lids and pooling across the broken ground. it swallows everything in its path, yet here she towers: less human with each passing day. death, hana has come to realize, seldom bears any grandiose meaning. so even when stading in the middle of carnage she barely reacts. she'll remember the screams though, she always does.

her skin is thicker now, after countless nightmares / it's a sort of detachment she has adapted into in order to survive, though the lonesome of it still weights, and weights, and weights an endless cycle of melancholia that finds home between her ribs. hana often wonders, with slow-rotting reverie, just how far has her cynicism come, and how much farther its shambled corpse is yet to go.

❝ y'know, it almost sounds like you're worried about me. ❞ there's violence in his eyes / dreaded scarlet beacons of malice, woven amidst the blood that haunts the tales of his name. she's unsure what to make of it. regardless, if she's to die by his hand so be it. ❝ unless i'm to take your words as a threat. ❞

@litpyres, dragon age: absolution.

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𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑, ❛ i hope you find the peace you’re searching for. ❜

the smell of blood overpowered by the smell of burnt herbs, the cry of a child cutting through the silence of a dark hall. it's been years but the weight of it all still lingers on her shoulders / hands / heart [ she's almost numb to it ] she tries, despite her muddied past and its gilded cages, to put more importance into the here and now, but something in the woman's words rattles her. hana stares at the rice balls in her plate, as if hoping they'd hold an escape. she takes a bite and decides to heed her mother's words for the first time, yet her sleeve slips back and the faint scarring on the inside of her arm makes her queasy.

when she looks up all she sees is red: not the angry kind, but just as intense / even if the woman appears unreadable, there is an underlying meaning in her eyes that hana understands without being able to put her finger on what exactly it is.

❝ say, doctor, do you pity me? ❞ it's quiet, a drawl of her normal boisterous tone, with an airness to it that doesn't sit right, and yet her ever-present smile is still lingering [ although it doesn't reach her eyes ] ❝ do you truly believe your words? or are you trying to win my favor? ❞

@fractise, for the damaged.