#llosgcariad

[wcrstarter]

@llosgcariad

Michael had suggested they do a supply run, it was put to a vote and the majority ruled in favour. Sonja picked out a small team, opting to leave her sister behind to keep the convoy safe. She'd keep a close eye on her brother-in-law while they were out, ensure no walker got too close to him. It was easier to have Michael with them, to collect the correct supplies he needed. And if they came across other survivors, He'd take point to act as the leader while she stood back and watched them for trouble.

Sonja's hand rested on the pommel of her sword, her fingers drumming against the cross guard while she surveyed the area. Sze was inside with her brother, clearing out a pharmacy of whatever supplies remained behind. She stood guard, ready to draw her sword or her bow off of her back at a moment's notice. The run had gotten them a good boost for their supplies, but the quiet was unsettling.

One of the others for their group whistled a bird call, capturing her attention and having her gaze move to the rooftops. Movement, above people. The moaning of the dead could be heard, growing too close to the pharmacy for her liking. She signalled to her people, indicating she'd climb up and take a closer look at what was going on.

Two fire escapes lined the alley, she eyed one of them and deemed it too dangerous. A bolt had worked itself loose, the others were rusted. It would come clean off of the brick building if one wasn't too careful. Sonja sighed, then removed her sword and pack, needing the lighter weight of just her bow and arrows for the acrobatics she was going to do. The safer structure was far over her head, she had to run up the wall then push off to jump and twist to grab onto the metal. The jarring sensation on her shoulders made her grunt, the only pause she granted to herself before scrambling up to the roof.

Sonja shielded her eyes against the sun, picking out the dead from the living. Two survivors, with too many of the dead hot on their heels. One seemed to be limping. She readied her warbow, loosing two arrows swiftly. The projectiles whizzed just overhead of the pair, taking down two of the dead. The impact of the bow was enough to make the two walkers topple backwards, knocking back the small herd back a few feet. It gave them a chance, if a small one.

"Run, you jump!" She yelled out, her accent heavy. A moment too late, she realized, to warn the red haired survivor to not jump onto the fire escape closest to them. The structure couldn't take the weight of both men, the metal creaked ominously. Sonja's eyes fixed on one of the bolts, horrified to see it begin to come loose.

[redemn]

across  from  hanzo  ,      arthur  sits  hunched  over  the  table  ,      weight  rested  on  one  elbow  while  his  other  hand  runs  coffee-strained  rings  around  the  edge  of  his  cup  .      the  corner  they  sit  in  is  missing  a  lit  light  ,      so  that  hardly  any  attention  is  drawn  to  them  .      they’ve  both  seen  better  days  than  this  .      even  hanzo  ,      arthur’s  sure  ,      who  deals  in  his  distance  and  in  arrows  with  an  accuracy  that  rivals  his  own  ,      does  not  seem  to  fit  here  .      why  would  he  ?      there  are  moments  when  arthur  wonders  the  same  thing  himself  .      he  keeps  the  same  company  ,      in  the  end  .

@llosgcariad  .      ❝  you  were  born  into  life  with  a  destiny  .      you  cannot  run  away  from  that  .  ❞        from  hanzo

❝        i  ain’t            ❞        he  spots  the  movement  of  a  strained  blue  uniform  just  outside  the  window  and  turns  his  face  away  ,      bringing  a  hand  up  to  rest  his  ear  against  the  side  of  his  hand  ,      in  an  attempt  to  shield  any  recognisable  part  of  himself  from  view  .      he  lowers  his  voice  to  a  harsh  speaking  whisper  and  continues  .        ❝        i  ain’t  runnin’  away  from  nothin’  .      i  know  it  ain’t  my  destiny  to  get  caught  by  the  law  .        ❞        if  his  destiny  is  to  be  like  his  father’s    …    he’d  rather  die  on  his  own  terms  ,      at  least  .

finally  does  he  pick  up  his  cup  ,      taking  another  sip  of  the  black  coffee  and  letting  the  bitterness  settle  over  his  tongue  before  he  swallows  .      his  gaze  finds  hanzo’s  .        ❝        i  could  say  the  same  about  you  .      why’re  you  here  if  it  ain’t  ‘destiny’  ?        ❞

╰ ゜TLOZ : TP STARTERS.  /  𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.

[kiigan]

⇾ @llosgcariad asked: Do you think Itachi was okay with dying?

ㅤShort answer: yes. Not only Itachi was okay with it, he wanted it to happen. His entire reason for living after the massacre was, exactly, so that one day Sasuke could kill him and, through that, achieve a lot of goals all at the same time: get revenge on his traitorous brother, redeem the clan name for good, be hailed as a hero for getting rid of an S-ranked criminal, claim Itachi's eyes for himself and awaken the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan.

ㅤLong answer: yes, but. This does not deny any of the above, but adds to it. Because it really isn't a black-or-white situation. Itachi, as a whole, is a very nuanced individual. There are matters in which he goes black-or-white, such as his loyalty to the village - there is no middle ground there, he is fiercely loyal and there's no room for ifs or buts. In most things, however, he strives to assess both sides and to see the pros and the cons. Which... is kinda odd, if we think of dying as something that can hold a positive side, but that's exactly what I mentioned in the short answer. Itachi is totally okay with dying provided that death has meaning.

ㅤOn the other hand... whereas it wasn't a case of him being scared of dying, per se (especially because, due to his illness, he was already in so much pain/suffering that being rid of that was actually a mercy tbh), he did think of it as a bit of a waste, so to speak. In the sense that Itachi knows that, even with said illness handicapping him + being almost blind, he is one of the most powerful shinobi in existence. For reference, Obito himself, someone absolutely unhinged at that point, did not feel comfortable with going all-in with his plan until after Itachi's death. To be sure, not because he couldn't defeat Itachi (I won't digress but, for example, Itachi has no true counter for Kamui - even with Susanoo, Obito could simply just toss him into another dimension and call it a day; the only way in which Itachi would have a guaranteed win is if he manages to Totsuka Sword Obito before Obito manages to Kamui him), but because he knew that Itachi is nonetheless a force to be reckoned with and might have the power to foil such plan on his own.

ㅤSo Itachi was well aware that, after his death, Konoha's last standing big wall of defense might crumble - which, again, is also why he tried so hard to keep Obito from getting close to Sasuke and possibly manipulate him. It wasn't like he had much choice at that point, however. It was already a miracle that his body lasted so long AND even enough to draw out the battle with Sasuke till he could lure out Orochimaru. I would say, then, that, whereas Itachi was still at peace with the idea of dying and did so with no regrets, a part of him still wished he could have done more to keep safe both his beloved little brother and the village he so much cherished.

[razorfst]

@llosgcariad con't from here

It was a question the Romanian wouldn't normally ask, but not many found themselves here. The superstition of the village and the country itself, the strong belief in the church, all of it made certain areas and practices needed to travel to this forest. The deeper one went within, the more it seemed one had to have faith to keep them going. They had to survive long enough to get out and yet here this person sat, making him bring that question to his lips. Andrei didn't recognize them, they weren't a local. That much he knew and so the best bet was to use English.

An answer he didn't expect but maybe should have, seeing as he was here. Andrei wasn't afraid of the forest, it was where he and his father could hide. Well, more so Andrei when things became difficult in a full moon. Still, he looks the other over. "That explains why you're here. Not many wander into this forest." His gaze doesn't leave the other. "But why are you here then?" Was he a hunter?

[r4bidmutt]

𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐧  ( @llosgcariad )  𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐦𝐚𝐝  𝐝𝐨𝐠   ―   and  asks,  "  would  you  believe  me  if  i  said  wrong  place,  wrong  time  ?  "

❝  Fuckin'  no.  ❞   eyes  look  at  the  one  man  with  bloody  knuckles  before  looking  at  the  other  man  on  the  ground.  is  he  dead?  is  he  just  unconcious?  who  knows.  caleb  doesn't,  and  he  doesn't  care  either.  arms  cross  over  broad  chest  as  his  focus  is  on  the  standing  man  once  more.   ❝  I  fink  it  was  very  right  place  and  right  time.  Why  else  would  you  fight  in  the  middle  of  a  parkin'  lot  of  a  bar?  So,  did  you  start  or  the  fight  or  was  it  the  dumb  git  on  the  ground?  ❞

[mythous]

❝ come on ! it’s not the worst thing that i’ve done ! ❞ // @llosgcariad MEMES // always accepting

STANDING  THERE,    EXPRESSION  UNREADABLE      —      natasha  goes  through  the  motions,  as  if  taking  the  time  to  process  his  words.    it’s  never  worked  like  that  with  him,  though,  not  in  a  long  time,  and  as  the  corner  of  her  lips  twitch,  she’s  sure  he’ll  catch  it.  amusement,  or  maybe  disbelief  flickers  over  her  features  before  arms  move  to  cross  over  her  chest,  lips  pressing  back  into  a  flat  line  before  parting  to  speak.  

                    ❝    pretty  low  bar  you’re  setting,  don’t  you  think  ?    ❞      tone  dry,  laced  with  sarcasm    (  it  doesn’t  hide  the  underlying  warmth  there,  not  for  anyone  who  knows  how  to  find  it  ).      ❝    i  suppose  you  want  a  medal  for  not  making  it  to  the  top  of  that  list  today  ?    ❞      a  step  closer,  graceful  and  deliberate,  lips  twitching  again  with  the  effort  of  maintaining  the  stoic  mask.    ❝    a  cookie,  maybe  ?    ❞        she  loses  the  battle  with  a  quick  simper,  shaking  her  head  as  if  she  might  erase  it  before  it’s  too  obvious    (  all  part  of  the  game,  maybe,  but  that  was  rigged  from  the  start  ).  

all  of  this  melts  away  into  something  a  little  more  genuine    —    gaze  steady  as  it  meets  his.    ❝    we  both  know  you’re  capable  of  much  worse,    ❞      a  nod,  slow  and  considering,  before  one  hand  looses  itself  from  her  folded  arms,  pointer  finger  moving  to  tap  against  her  chin  as  she  hums  in  thought.      ❝    but  also,  much  better.    ❞      she  doesn’t  necessarily  mean  for  the  way  her  voice  comes  out  almost  challenging.  it  was  meant  to  be  a  compliment    (  albeit  wrapped  in  teasing  ),  but  maybe  there’s  no  such  thing  as  existing  so  close  to  each  other  without  it  being  charged  in  some  way    —    in  spite  of  everything.    

the  breeze  picks  up,    sends  a  chill  through  the  air,    and  the  moment  feels  somehow  suspended    —    fragile,    teetering  as  though  the  wind  might  blow  them  both  off  whatever  ledge  this  is.      ❝  so    —      ❞      a  chuckle  as  she  tucks  her  free  arm  back  to  join  the  other.        ❝    —    what’s  it  gonna  be  ?    ❞

[godsabitofabastard]

@llosgcariad , from here.

If it's color he wants, he's got it in spades, blossoming across her cheeks and under his lips. Kiran gives her that little smirk of his, and it's all she can do to remain present, especially after receiving such physical affection. Reaching up, she focuses on smoothing some of his wild hair, giving her heart and breathing a moment to attempt normalcy before she speaks.

"I will admit, the ease with which you make me blush," she gives him a wolfish grin in return, refusing to find any shame in the rosy tint of her face, which is upturned toward him as she continues, "is equally - if not moreso - unfair." With that, she allows herself a brief, childish scrunch of her features, and a lightning quick sticking out of her tongue at the man she's fallen so hard for. He brings out the best in her, and makes her happier than she can ever convey.

[vei1s]

"i wish i knew how to quit you." from jax.

all she can do is sigh. there's no laughter slightly off or an eyeroll to rival all the others she's ever given him. just a tired exhale, a brief shake of her head following. a silence hovers, thick and heavy, any other time gen would be shooting back some impulse driven joke. it's been too long , there's an awkward tip toe to a response, like she's trying to push off old times and bite back a nostalgia driven tone.

"i wish you did, too, but like darlin' if there's one thing i've learned after all this time it's that wishing is bullshit. cause i wish i knew too." she's tried countless times to forget, to forgive and move on, but it's damn near impossible. "like y'think i want t'still be fuckin' devastated by you after all these years? i can't help it."

she shrugs and sighs again. once again he's walked into her life and once again he's got her handing over her heart like it's nothing and once again she feels growing doubt that it will be different. the lighter in her pocket is pulled out and toyed with, now she looks up with a slight off smile and holds it out to him. "did manage to quit smoking, though, so maybe there's some hope for both of us."

[quietresistance]

                      a frown settled onto her lips, but not of aggravation.   her concentration firmly fixed itself on the image projected upon the viewfinder of her camera, considering her shot before pressing the lens and forever capturing it onto film.   if anyone had ever asked her if she thought she would ever be running about with multiple camera, both reporter and photographer, she would have laughed, told them she hoped not.   but alas, there simply weren’t enough of them, ‘the lady correspondents’, to pair up.   her best days were when a male pair, one of the handful not hostile to her presence, and her crossed paths and the photographer was willing to share his images or even capture a few for her.   those were rare days however.

                      she tossed a glance over her shoulder as she lugged up the absurdly heavier plate camera, noticing she’d gained an audience with a shrug.     ❝  cameras… can’t live with them, can’t live without them.  ❞ ╲ @llosgcariad

[wcrstarter]

@llosgcariad

Sonja surveyed the scene with sharp eyes, putting the pieces together of what had happened quickly. The bruxa had quarrelled with the witcher, both laid on the ground. Fire had erupted, perhaps from a potent or potion enchanced fire sign. The poor bruxa had been nearly charred to a crisp, on the brink of death but not quite. The witcher's heart beat faintly, perhaps from exertion and the wounds that still ekked blood. The heavy scent of iron had drawn her attention, that and the village folk screaming hysterically about the fire that had been quenched for the most part, to prevent it from spreading to the fields and the village.

She noted the bruxa, for what features could still be made out, resembled her in an off hand manner. The vampiress hummed to herself, filling away the information to check the local notice boards and whisk away anything that pertained to her whereabouts. She stepped closer to the dying vampire, and with a quick wrench of her hands, snapped it's neck and spared it of any further suffering. It was beyond help, beyond saving, letting the poor thing die swiftly was the kindest thing she could do for the bruxa. The witcher, was another story.

Sonja glanced around, making sure the villagers weren't paying her any mind, though they were far too busy trying to smother fire to notice her actions. She then picked up the witcher, and carried the man away from the scene as if he weighed nothing more to her than a sack of potatoes. It was only awkward to move him, to avoid making his wounds worse and knocking his swords on anything as she carried him some distance away--to the remote cabin in the woods that she currently dwelled in.

She placed him down carefully on her bed, then swiftly got to work, rifling through her stores for fresh bandages and potions she knew witchers used and would save him. Sonja removed his swords and propped them against the wall, and the upper body portions of his armour in order to dress his wounds, stitching what she had to and wrapping in linen and poultices what didn't require needlework. She made sure to give him white honey first, then a healing potion, and settled down to begin her vigil over the witcher.

He was from the viper school, if the swords were not scavenged. The medallion he wore made it more likely he was from that school, but she wouldn't know for certain until he woke. Sonja hoped she might be able to save him, there weren't many witchers left, not many left to keep the monsters at bay. Perhaps it was time she let the surviving schools find her, and gain access to the information she had.....or maybe it was time to let humanity suffer the consequences of thinning out the schools. She'd decide later.

The vampiress turned her attention away from the witcher and sighed to herself, moving to a small wash bucket and began to wash the blood from her hands before it could dry. She left her back facing the man, hardly concerned about being attacked in his state.

[amoriscustos]

"don't leave me in the dark." from yugi

𝗜𝗧'𝗦  𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧  𝗦𝗢  𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗗  𝗜𝗦𝗡'𝗧  𝗜𝗧?  a  never  ending  pool  of  secrets  minako  aino's  got  no  choice  but  to  wade  through,  scooping  up  pieces  of  truths  that'll  hopefully  keep  her  cover  in  check,  keep  questions  at  bay.  but  oh,  what  an  awful  mess  this  is,  they're  stuck--  helpless!  (  𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭,  𝘯𝘰𝘵  𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺,  𝘣𝘶𝘵  𝘢  𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭'𝘴  𝘨𝘰𝘵  𝘢  𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵  𝘵𝘰  𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺.  )

  of  course  yugi  would  be  the  next  target,  sweet,  timid,  a  brilliant  mind,  with  a  giant  heart  that  no  doubt  may  carry  the  talisman  those  wicked  sisters  have  been  looking  for.  𝙖𝙣𝙙  𝙤𝙛  𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚,  the  blonde  would  do  anything  she  could  to  keep  him,  them,  safe.  but  his  hand's  got  her  arm  snared  up,  keeping  her  from  ducking  away  to  transform  and  save  the  day.  he's  shooting  her  that  pleading  look,  one  that  tugs  at  heart  strings,  urging  𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁  to  settle  in  her  belly.  𝘪𝘵'𝘴  𝘯𝘰𝘵  𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳,  𝘪𝘴  𝘪𝘵?  this  double  life  of  hers.  not  to  her,  not  to  him.  and  with  each  thud  crashing  onto  the  stall  they're  hiding  behind,  she  knows  time's  almost  up,  there's  a  choice  to  be  made,  ❝   just...  i--  fine.  𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁  𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁  𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸  𝗼𝘂𝘁,  𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆?   ❞  the  words  tumble  out,  awkward, uncharacteristically  tongue  tied,  and  rushed,  yet  there's  no  time  to  dwell on such curt display,  she's  got  her  hand  stuffed  into  her  pocket,  fingers  grasping  her  wand  tight,  ❝   swear  you  won't  freak  out  and  i'll  tell  you  anything  after  we  get  out  of  this  mess.  𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚.   ❞ 

ft. @llosgcariad // yugi moto // prompt.

[wilczmin]

@llosgcariad  .    ‘  believe  me  .    say  you  believe  me  .    ’ from  apis

❛        i  don’t  know  ,        ❜        said  the  witcher  ,    and  his  voice  did  not  shake  despite  the  blood  that  still  dripped  ,    heavily  ,    down  the  side  of  his  head  and  temple  ,    so  close  to  his  eye  that  he  held  it  squeezed  shut  ,        ❛        if  i  believe  that  i  could  ever  have  lost  consciousness  .        ❜        aware  of  how  ridiculous  he  sounded  when  he  stood  covered  in  his  own  blood  .    perhaps  some  of  it  happened  to  be  the  blood  of  others  ,    but  he  felt  uncertain  enough  of  the  balance  of  the  world  beneath  him  to  know  that  he  had  lost  plenty  of  his  own  blood  .        ❛        i  don’t  think  i  can  believe  you  at  all  .        ❜

he  sat  heavily  ,    barely  managing  to  keep  hold  of  the  sword  in  his  hand  .    that  ,    too  ,    felt  almost  foreign  .    his  forearm  felt  far away  ,    as  if  it  wasn’t  his  own  .    his  head  felt  detached  from  his  body  ,    and  whatever  haze  he  was  in  now  squeezed  him  relentlessly  .        ❛        tell  me  ,    how  long  has  it  been  since  the  battle  started  ?    and  how  long  have  you  been  here  watching  me  ?        ❜

▬ *  sentence prompts !            𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 .

[s-talking]

bold what applies , italicize sometimes .repost , don't reblog .

fights honorably / fights dirty

prefers close - quarters / prefers range

chats during / goes silent

low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance

attacks in bursts / attacks steadily

goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first

is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases

gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking

uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle

rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging

fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement

fights because they have to / fights because they want to

fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another

prefers a blade / prefers a gun / prefers hand to hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalized weapon / prefers magic or spells

their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional

transforms for battle / fights as they appear

relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed

uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential

exhausts quickly / has high stamina

behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities

uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength ( both equal honestly. )

avoids civilians / strikes down civilians

damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings

signature fighting style / makes it up as they go

mastered skill - set / learning their skill - set

fancy footwork / sloppy footwork / cautious footwork

messy fighter / elegant fighter

accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy

compliments their opponent / insults their opponent

uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves

prefers to dodge / prefers to block

defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable

uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method

plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy

waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready

fears death / fears pain / fears killing

has ptsd / avoids fighting

has lost a fight / has won a fight

has killed / refuses to kill

wants to die standing / would succumb slowly

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[godsabitofabastard]

@llosgcariad , from here.

Surprise cuts across her features, but only for a moment. "Not long. You haven't missed much," she manages to answer. She should have known Vihaan would be able to sense the secret she's carrying; he is the father, and a fae, after all. The forest around them is forgotten as she curses herself for not saying something sooner; and that brings another concern, one for how her silence could be perceived.

"I wasn't trying to hide it," she whispers, emotion burning at her eyes. Her fingers shake lightly as they rest atop his, and she struggles to retain a steady gaze. "It's just.. a phone call or a text message - even a video chat," she lets her eyes drift down, hands covering the small rise of her stomach. "It didn't feel like it was right. Especially for something - someone - so important, and special." She's able to bring her eyes to his as she finishes, hoping he can understand. Despite the nerves, she can't help the soft curl of her lips; delighted, nonetheless, to be in her love's presence, once again.

[redemn]

❝        sure  ,        ❞        comes  arthur’s  reply  .        ❝        it  comes  at  a  cost  .      but  i’d  like  to  let  you  know  i  ain’t  someone  easily  buys  into  talk  like  ‘destiny’        ain’t  the  thing  for  me  .      or  for  anyone  .      and  you  don’t  quite  look  like  someone  keen  on  a  destiny  either  .        ❞        a  pause  .        ❝        if  you  pardon  my  sayin’  .        ❞        but  there’s  still  an  obvious  knot  in  his  brow  and  a  dark  glint  over  his  eye  .      he’s  frustrated  ,      as  he  is  with  any  moderate  happenstance  that  changes  the  trajectory  of  his  day  .      he  should  be  back  out  westwards  ,      toward  the  forests  of  west  elizabeth  .      he  shouldn’t  be  in  town  .      anywhere  but  sitting  here  ,      making  sure  he’s  got  his  face  angled  away  at  all  the  right  times  ,      checking  to  make  sure  no  prying  eyes  are  watching  him  longer  than  usual  .

not  sitting  here  with  a  stranger  he  just  so  happened  to  practically  collide  with  while  he  was  keeping  out  of  law’s  way  .

❝        whatchu  ‘bout  to  ask  me  for  ?      a  way  outta  town  ?      i  could  give  you  one  .        ❞        he  lowers  his  head  ,      rolls  his  shoulders  .        ❝        maybe  even  two  ,      for  a  good  price  .        ❞

It's your reflection looking back to pull you down.

It is an empty thought that seems to carry the weight of hundred of them. The crossing of paths had been an honest mistake. Bad timing, gunshots and a lot of things that Hanzo didn't want to think about right now. Talon was a mere flicker of a thought after everything. Hanzo is painfully reminded of a certain cowboy that gets on his nerves from time to time. He is starting to wonder if all of them come from the same place by how they answer questions. There's an irritation that settles in the pit of Hanzo's stomach. His bow is still carried behind him. Despite the irritation, something nags in his gut that seems to say that the man here was not at fault. "Look." He pauses trying not have his accent bleed through. "I've not had the best start of the day." Then again, Hanzo can't just go on explaining that he was in a different place completely and then just dropped here due to Talon's experiments going sideways. Someone might assume he's dead, which would not bother him, but he knows in his gut Genji would still look. "Destiny can be broken, but it's always at a cost isn't it?" Hanzo looks at the stained walls and away from the stranger.

[sacredpyre]

what fruit are you?

Clementine

In Chinese culture, clementines, known for their bright orange, waxy exterior, were symbolic of gold, and by extension, wealth, good fortune and abundance. Trees that bear clementines (or mandarins, as they're also known as) are often used to decorate the thresholds of Chinese households as a sign of good luck and prosperity. As lucky as Clementines may be, so are you and those around you. With a sunny disposition, and a knack for seeing the best in everyone, and the good in the world around you, you're someone who believes that the glass is always half full. Things can always be worse, and they will always get better, one way or another! Like the vibrant clementines you're known for bringing light to those who need it, and always bringing laughter to your friend group. However, such a bright exterior can sometimes hide a deep and lingering sadness. Remember: even the light sometimes has to dim, and even the sun has to set. Don't worry; it'll always come back.

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