Date: 2024-04-16 05:36 pm (UTC)
finalbows: (pushing forward pulling back)
From: [personal profile] finalbows
"This, you smug bastard.".

[ he lunges on her, shadowy mien replaced by a pillar of flame--
it doesn't burn?

except for a spot where his hands find her neck, searing four tiny Terran letters into the skin, that if she reads them--

for some reason, her eyes shall simply refuse to read what they say.

"K̴̼̒͛͛̔̆́ù̵̮̰͎̝̣̼͑̒j̷̛̫̅̃̀͂͘͘͝a̶̡̡̦̱̲̓̃́́ͅ."]

"Certainty. And a challenge.
You may win, here and there. But I'll never let you rest on your laurels. We'll always know who, here, belongs to who, in the end."


[ with that last hiss, he burns himself away, back where he should be. ]
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