⠀⠀, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 ★ 𝐚𝐜𝐞

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Happy Birthday March!
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"Pspspsps."

/ glad you liked it 😂👍

{ Jesús...🚬

/ María y José?

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/ 🙂...
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Your own hands are smeared with blood, too. But oh how you wish you could hold them tightly and never let go.

When you look at them, you can't help but wonder...

Why is it... that the heart hurts knowing that there will be some of them who you won't be able to save?

Why is it.... that it hurts to know that to challenge fate, you will have to say goodbye?

lends you his weapon and shares his techniques.

You think of the woman with sunglasses that always speaks to you with patience. The hacker that plays games with you til the sun rises and the girl under the armor who shares her hopes and dreams with you under a starry sky.

Like when they're very much human.

You look at all of them and they don't feel like just companions who walk this path for a selfish cause.

You think of the man with the sword who says he cares for nothing more than the end he seeks, yet teaches you to fight,

Some of them unsettling. Some others gentle and hopeful.

You think of all of them when their hands are not stained with red.

You think of their smiles. The way some of them laugh and speak of their interests. Like when they drop their weapons. Like when they're not hunters but people who dream.

You think of the hands that always bleed when cut with the blade. The bandages around his fingers. His lonely frame when he removes himself from the rest.

You think of his words... They all say things that haunt you at night. That don't let you sleep.

and then wonder why is it that he never flinches nor hesitates when death is at his door during battle.

You wonder why he is always so quiet, so seemingly detached and reserved. You wonder why there's sadness in his eyes, madness in his veins yet warmth in his heart.

And yet all you do right now is watch as they walk away from you, leaving you with the man who stands idle, cleaning his sword and the girl who pays no mind to neither of you.

They all are different in many forms.

You steal a glance at the man, for example,

Such strength more often than not would bewitch you — cast a spell on you like a witch chanting words into your ear.

It is the woman with the gun in hand that pulls you back, telling you to stop daydreaming.

The mission is over. It is time to go back and retrieve what you all came for.

Destruction was all around that even Nanook himself would have casted their gaze on the five of you.

The girl inside the armor dealt her final blow, making the earth tremble. Everything yielded before her and under her armored feet.

The stench of blood came from all angles. The wind carried it along the dust that rose from the broken and destroyed buildings.

The fire consumed everything.
So much there was not even a soul who would scream or weep for help.

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[ Finality's Curse. ] — a sh c.aelus introspection.
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wakes up in a cold sweat.

"MY DAILIES."
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🚶
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I like my boyfriend lots!
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Kicking my feet.
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Giggling.
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/ STELLAR0N HUNT3R CA3LUS IS FINALLY CANON MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Black cat is back. I see.
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"I am mostly excited. And fear not, I will finish reading those notes before we depart."

You steal from him another kiss —two, exactly—.

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Whether it was remnants of a past life or not, you knew one thing for sure: you trust him with your life wherever you go.

"I am not. I read your notes carefully. Well—— most of them, haha." Silly raccoon procrastinating a little bit.
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A most confident answer. Almost never you've seen this Imbibitor Lunae hesitate in the face of adversity. You've seen him wield his spear with a firm grasp of his fingers and vanquish enemies with resolution.
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