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[gunah]

 


A flower falls even though we love it;
Weed grows even though we do not love it.


 

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gently makes au???

[vindictam]

[ In so many ways, he grew immune to certain sounds now, there was so much he heard and heard over again. Blood and death and blood. It blurred altogether.

Some sounds, however, he still found grating, and he told himself there were other reasons, like discretion, that he preferred to slice the girl's of the golden cat throats with his palm over their mouth. It was not that, he disliked the sound of their screaming. It was too much and too similar, and his mind no longer allowed that, if he was going to succeed.

Hates it, like he hates so much now with so little else, and this fight, just another paid mission given and followed through with the promise of some kind of retribution in the future, he went.

Could ignore everything else, except the sound of her screaming and when he moves to close in on her, it's only to silence her. Clamp her mouth shut and keep her silent and get it out of his head.

But he looks at her and he looks at her and can't. Hands won't listen and he's there first because he always moved too quick. Fast as light, as shadows, as things that take up spaces in those life-death-life moments that exist in between heart beats. ]

Get up. Move. [ It's a hiss. The others will be coming soon. Damnit, has to move them through this. ]