#x: i do not tolerate a world emptied of you (rwby and khan.)

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Final tag drop. 

If you want a personal your muse x khan tag, regardless of the relationship, let me know and I’ll add it to this post. c:

Now imagine if I cleaned up my pages too. Lmao.

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I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.

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† for a kiss to say good bye forever. :)

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So it seems that neither iron will nor unadulterated spite can hold steady against the onslaught of time. A concept that isn’t centrally human, but enough so that it taints him regardless. Khan’s bones ache. His chest aches. Augmented cells are superiour, yes, but to what in comparison? To humanity, still expiring after a mere century, the blink of an eye. His kind has surpassed their own expectancy, with the blessing of nucleotides and the technology of the galaxy. 

It’s not enough to make him stay forever. Battle scars run deep, as they always have, though the difference time shows him is that now they hurt with each breath. With each heartbeat. That’s the trouble with mortality: it always lets you down. 

She must know that he’s dying. Sensors should have calculated coagulating blood and weakened lungs. An enigma that she hadn’t left an old man long, long ago, instead choosing to pretend he’s just as worthwhile as he had been ages and ages ago. It is a comforting illusion, he thinks.  

Khan watches as she stands eerily still in the corner, finally having allowed herself much needed time to recharge and run diagnostics. RWBY trusts him enough to let herself be completely vulnerable. And at this point, why wouldn’t she? What harm could a rotting bag of bones do? The answer: nothing. Even in his prime, even with the extraordinary strength that still lingers in his fingertips, he could never harm her. Not while he loves her so. 

His plan is straightforward, and he’ll be gone before she awakens once more. A cruel play, perhaps, to will her to avoid his passing– it must be done. Too much pride still seeps into his lungs, and he will choke before he allows any more vulnerability. The small ship is already prepped, all transmitters and trackers disabled long ago. It’s enough for a cot and what he gathers is an eastern point for his head. Regretfully, there shall be none to whisper into his ear as he fades away, Om Namo Narayananaya, and perhaps that is for the best. 

He has no right to believe in anything but the darkness and the infinite cold that has never quite left him.

He kisses her unresponsive lips to remind him. He kisses her to say farewell. He kisses her in the hopes that she’ll continue to traverse the stars as a beautiful, radiant force. And a part of him hopes that she’ll never forget. As he leaves the room, the corridors, the hanger, it ruins him to not look back. That is his greatest weakness, after all, despite an iron will and unadulterated spite.

So it seems.

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@intoxicatiing​ || cont.

He found beauty where nothing beautiful remained. He could look into the deep, dark space between the stars, loathe the loneliness and the cold; and he could find the awe in it without bloodying his fingers by trying to uproot it. Of course he knew– he wasn’t an imbecile. He knew before he’d spent that first night with her, glossing over the flashing advertisements and sleazy hints from the men before him. To call her human or anything like that would not only be a weak, frayed lie, but it would be an insult.

Khan loved her all the same.

The augment knew that she expected him to be gone every time she opened her eyes, every time she quieted her senses, fell into a synthetic sleep. RWBY had been vocal, nigh passionate, about her disbelief. And still, he remained. He will continue to remain, so long as she will allow him. Emotions were never supposed to be apart of it, but it seemed that they had crept into his chest, parasites feasting and leaving only the skeletal remains of the facade he had always held.

When she turned to face him, he didn’t recoil. He didn’t turn and run, nausea had not crept up his throat, burning false intentions along the way. The way she glowed beneath her synthetic skin was magnetic. She had a beautiful smile, something that seemed far too alive for anything in the world, his or otherwise. She wore it well like she wore those heels well, walked the way she shouldn’t, stood out because even if she lacked a heart, she was not dead. In so many ways, RWBY lived and thrived better than he did, better than any fragile creature with blood and bone.

There was a ticking inside of her– a time bomb and he never could find the detonator– that echoed in his ears every time she was around. Oh, he called her pretty, but mostly under her skin; like a glow he could see in every pore, blood like neon, fireworks in the marrow of her bones, lightning in each iris and he can trace her optic nerve. His lover was a supernova, and he wondered if the entropy of nuclear fusion and gravitational collapse made her see the stars like he did.

    “Beautiful,” hummed as fingers traced the fiberglass, leaning in to press his lips against hers. “Absolutely perfect.”

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♥ // there’s an understanding between them, even before he frees her, about who each other is. They don’t have to hide opinions or pretend they don’t want what they want. He brings out the strongest passions in her, be it for blood or him or something else entirely, and he loves her for it. Doesn’t hurt that he doesn’t just accept but loves her for her un-humanness. When he kissed her with half her skeleton exposed, she realized just how deep and real her feelings went.

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Oh, man, I love this. He’s just so absolutely enamored with her. It started out the way any NSA thing would– he never thought he’d get attached. But he did, and soon enough his entire world has been consumed by RWBY and all that he wants is for her to be happy. He wants her to know that humanity never meant much to him in the first place, and even if it had, she’s so much more than that.

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