ᅟᅟ* ៹ cor𝓹us ，ᅟᅟCHR⸸St͡i．ֵ

𝓼acrifice ， ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ nails ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ going ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ th͟rough ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ my ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ E̶Y̶E̶S̶. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ disguised ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ as ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝓹assion ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ for ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ETERNAL ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ LIFE..

⠀ ⠀𝒕he⠀𝑛ight⠀ᴀssɪsᴛs⠀𝐦𝐞 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒂𝒏𝒅⠀it's⠀𝒆n͟d͟l͟e͟s͟s͟⠀here ꜝ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ for you only. ⠀ （back comes to rest against door's frame, ⠀ arms crossed over his chest when head tilts.） ⠀ which one would you like less?

the corruption begins with the mouth, the tongue, ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ —the wanting. the first poem in the world is ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ "i want to eat."

⠀ ⠀ alright, ⠀ alright. ⠀ （slowly, ⠀ steps trace back, ⠀ away; ⠀ hands lift in innocence along a shrug, ⠀ blade hid again 'tween iron case of wrist.） ⠀ impossible as always, ⠀ 𝚖io 𝚌hevy.

⠀ ⠀ what? ⠀ i thought we were in the mood for learning. ⠀ （greet: ⠀ own, ⠀ twin murmur of blade's tip, ⠀ prickling clothes where hand rests over sword's hilt.） ⠀ are we not?

i don't exactly have a choice. if i don't give it up, they deem me disloyal.

𝑖 try my best. it's part of my 𝑗ob.

it's a pretty cool rifle. still lame as hell. i don't even get to keep it all the time. they take it back every so often and give me a shitty one.

⠀ ⠀ lucky for you, ⠀ （two fingers tiptoe their stand over sword's hilt, ⠀ free hand coming up with a bag of clinking moneys that sing under his shake.） ⠀ i have learned from them, ⠀ too.

survived a supposedly lethal experiment and all i got was a rifle.

⠀ ⠀ （chuckle does sprout out this time, ⠀ tip of tongue teasing against the top of lip scar.） ⠀ look at that. ⠀ if you don't understand it, ⠀ maybe the method can teach you something as well.

⠀ ⠀ i'm not against it, ⠀ 𝚖ia 𝚗uvola. ⠀ however ⠀ .. ⠀ （looking down, ⠀ from chest to hips, ⠀ to hilt of sword, ⠀ before going back up.） ⠀ practice is the best teacher for new learnings, ⠀ or so they say.

⠀ ⠀ （soft, ⠀ well composed when keeping light snort to self, ⠀ forearm as support when leaning towards it.） ⠀ well, ⠀ it doesn't look all bad on yourself.