#-Sunlights In Edenian || sonxflight

[yetremains]

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It had been such a quiet time, with Yang fully focused on meditation. Delving deep within her own spirit to bring with it the calm balance which ever brimmed with her being. For so long had these capabilities of light and dark had existed in her, so many years now she had almost lost count. An eternity it only be described. Between the years there had been ups and downs of how much control and understanding within ones self would maintain, or go wild and let the energies themselves start to eat up at the edges of her existence. But now she was maintaining both sides in an equally frightening force as one can never exist without the other. No matter how much wild turbulence might exist within the mind and psyche scarred deep, there was the impossible to ignore determination to push beyond it all. Become the best she could be. Both hands resting upon her lap with palms upwards, allowing thick motes of black and white to swim through the air in a perpetual rotation, circling each other as if they were shades of ink upon an ever churning water. Constantly conflicting elements, yet always able to meet in the middle and bring balance.

Ears heard familiar foot steps drawing near where she was sat upon the large stone, one eye slowly cracking open. It was the old friend which her half aware gaze caught sight of, tugging a gentle smile onto her expression while giving a quiet hum of greeting. The one eye closed again and completely at ease in comfort, knowing this would be just fine with such a companion drawing near. Yang had opened her mouth to give a greeting- when it all came skidding into a stop as she felt the lips upon her forehead, pulling both eyes open. Focus snapped away in an instant, causing the little bubbles of elements to pop in her hands, the reverberation sending jolts up her arms and lifting goosebumps on the skin. It was certainly one way to get her attention at the moment, and she looked up at him quickly with a smile to call him out-

Only too fall backwards. The force of the reverberating powers had unsettled her balance, and now with the sudden movement, Yang’s body tilted. Falling backwards off the stone, and hitting the ground flat on her back with a grunt. Several seconds of pause- only to be followed by amused laughter. Her arms wrapped around herself as she began to giggle and get back onto her feet. Grinning so widely at Ryou with an ease she rarely had for many others these days. It was always so calmly collected, or a frightening force in combat, that was the most seen. But this was downright free.

When the laughter had subsided, words immediately followed in their wake. “Okay, that was amusing. You know how to get someones attention real quick.” The voice was playful as can be as one hand lifted, Yang gently nudging the Half-Edenian in the shoulder. Just like old friends and comrades would on an average day. All the while her cheeks were tinted ever so slightly darker. He had no doubt been trying to be sweet in such a greeting, or perhaps even trying to see if her focus would hold through that kind of an action. Apparently not. But it had ended with laughter all the same. “As always it is wonderful seeing you. Although I’d rather not end up back on the ground.”

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[sasorikigai]

🎁 ( any verse of your liking + bonus for aurorae ablaze )

spotify wrapped has arrived. send me a number from 1-100 for a starter based on that song, or a lyric from it, or send a 🎁 for me to shuffle. || @sonxflight, feat. @biiingchu || accepting

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Crimson water, the thought rises unbidden; it’s like being surrounded by water - hand reaching out to break the surface, but being unable to. Hanzo Hasashi doesn’t think he is moving, not really. There is sunlight streaming down and dancing across his skin in waves amidst Shirai Ryu Fire Gardens; it’s almost serene, peaceful the way he is being pulled down, down, down. Familiar susurrus zephyr of the spring curls around the verdant greenery, and they brush past him like sea foam, slip between his damp fingers. The cleaved wound of his forearm hurts in the way old wounds hurt, the ache never completely fading, but he has long gotten used to it. Like that one time he sprained his ankle in the dojo, and how it still acts up sometimes. He moves past it, because pain feasting on his scarred body, heart, and soul has always been a familiar company he will always persevere. 

Hanzo Hasashi knows, most often times it’s the guilt. The somatic guilt manifesting as the salt-water burning in his lungs. He tries to cough it out, but more rushes in because he is still under water. It’s crushing in its weight, his lungs would collapse under the pressure of it if they weren’t being filled with water, being squeezed from every direction. He is too exhausted to thrash, as a sheen of thick sweat glistens below the phantom of sunlight remaining. 

His breathing treading softly under the moonlight, and there is an absence of love; his nightmare-scape filled with the Shirai Ryu children’s screaming sounding aloud, cries for mercy, death, and freedom filling the air beneath the red spectacle. Hanzo’s chain rattles metallically, his eyes alight maniacally beneath the vitriol wrath and vengeance, the flurrying arc of his blade and kunai carrying proverbial inextinguishable flames of his explosive passion and deliverance as to render any adversaries beneath an altar of gleaming ivory and crimson of death.

The taste of blood on his lips; what a cruelly wretched memory. Coppery and saccharine sweet, but his strong heart crumbling and writhing and disintegrating beneath his own blood, magmatic warm and metallic. Fire and Ice had become the perpetual predator and prey, as perhaps their shared and reciprocated desire render them both delicate and fragile, while formidable and unyielding in strength and will, lest their choreographed deadly dance which they perform in their ‘friendly’ sparring conducted nearly daily become utterly irresistible. With the ancient samurai’s stainless steel formidability added, the pain stabbing through their flesh and blood electrify and excite their spirits, lest their bone-seeped exhaustion pushes the threshold of their regal longevity of Edenian-originated blood. 

“Even when prospects of oblivion draws near, for me to lose absolute control against all the endured pain and unbridled hope... You both become the antidote to the poison in my blood. There is no denying the fact that I would have long come apart and relinquished myself to the familiarity of rage and vengeance.” Or Hanzo Hasashi could have long been lost himself into months of isolation, lest he engraved his pain in with his gleaming tanto, disemboweling his being naught.  

Breaking Benjamin - Blood

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❄️ || Kuai Liang would simply let his veins guide him home; let the blood course through, a natural flood of hard-steeled discipline and flawless executions. For his absolute zero, its immensity and explosive power could challenge even that of demi-gods and even gods. The blessed cryomancer’s blood builds with a quieted, gentle agitation, clawing at the emanating crystallized flesh, as Sub-Zero’s piercing eyes and repressed viciousness of his skillset becomes his resistance, in order to exist on Earth with unrealized dreams, aspirations, and experiences robbed from his formation years. 

His cryomancy must bite to destroy the pain - it must ignite burning despair in order to shatter and melt the monster which bleeds and cries. Kuai Liang had unwantedly escaped the ruins of humanity and became the eldritch-stained monstrosity he vowed to fight to his death. His winter would sweep in with such brutal front, and an attitude of frigid demolition with his regal confidence and grace. As his body lurches to cause frostbite, this cast of cold lashing ruin against the usurping darkness and evil threatening to condemn Earthrealm in the brink of extinction. In the process, Kuai Liang would attain carmine scores distressing his skin, with the expanse of his well-sculpted flesh ragged and bruised purple from holding on his defiant stance and stalwart defense, just a bit too tightly. 

In these winter nights, amidst the Lin Kuei training grounds, the thrusted summer’s touch may scorch and burn him ablaze - yet cold kisses prickle against his skin, as the duality of their warmth and destructive power keeps his cheeks warm. Beating hearts draw to an end, as either one could yield as rounds persist and drag on. The life he had been fated as Grandmaster’s mantle fell upon his hand shortly after Bi-Han’s death at Scorpion’s hands, Kuai Liang’s rooted feet have never faltered, frayed, nor failed. For he defiantly reaches for their right of way, even in the upside down sky. 

Even when he is in distress, with his soul burning with delirious pain, he grievously rebels, lest evil deeds of the world abounds and at home. There is constant threat of kidnappings and deaths, and Sub-Zero has always been known to ameliorate and annihilate such prospects when they are at an initial stage. Cyber Initiative had been a malignant, inhumane zealot in the service of Shao Kahn and ultimately, serving as pawns for Kronika, and regardless of the time displacement and its unstable anomaly, his gelid righteous justice will serve them the most unforgivable and unbearable blizzard there ever will be. 

“There is much in this life that is not what it seems - there are moments that cannot last longer than a night, moments when some extraordinary person reaches across just to make into another day, another break of dawn. Maybe I will waste a lifetime’s worth just to cling to one single peaceful, splendor day, but with you two, I think it will be worth it.” There is splendor as imagination adrift paints a masterpiece. In Kuai Liang’s psyche, nothing remains obscured, as his demanding discipline and defiant responsibility keeps him evermore erect, even as exhaustion settles upon his broad shoulders. “This is what all of us deserves.” 

Stone Sour - Absolute Zero

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#✗ the ineffable testimony of spawned hellfire (scorpion) #✗ bone-deep chill of despair (kuai liang || biiingchu) #✗ seeking reconciliation with his own humanity (iii) #✗ you are an equal amongst deceivers (iii) #✗ epitome of sunlight (ryou sakai || sonxflight) #(aureate ablaze) #(I went extra so you get BOTH MY BOIS) #sonxflight

[yetremains]

"I heard you made one of Lin Kuei's elite, or at least one artful imposter, flee from the field of kombat... Sigh... It is pitiable how distorted their teachings have been turning at the present days..."

Yang’s attention turned towards Ryou as he spoke, one eyebrow gently perked upwards as she wondered just when he had heard of that event. Not that it mattered as most likely would have happened eventually. But thinking back into that encounter now only made the old warrior grimace from the unpleasant moments and words that had been spoken. “You heard correct, old friend. If that had been an imposter, then he was damn good at it... None the less I am in agreement with you. Distorted, twisted, and focused not on honor but power.”

The woman’s expression turned dead pan then. “Be thankful you didn’t heard the whole conversation... First tried to recruit me, then made comments of ‘how I’d give powerful children’ and a pity that it won’t happen. If they come back I’m going to have ear plugs... Eugh.”

#sonxflight #-Sunlights In Edenian || sonxflight #(( the half-edenian gets too hear all the gossip )) #(( I just believe he hears about everything. )) #(( Nothing will escape his eyes or ears. ))

[yetremains]

You know that half-Edenian warrior well, right? Is it true he is able to benchpress or simply lift folks much bulkier and taller than him? Many say the strength he can exhibit is able to terrify even ones originating from Outworld...

Not often people came too her asking about the man in question. But this grey faced one was not wrong at all, she knew him quite well, and he her in turn. As a result there were times now and then when they would get somewhat silly, perhaps even unfitting for their respective ages. The very thought of last time the man having just come around to be platonic affectionate had ended with laughing, it had Yang gaining a large smile on her face.

A soft chuckle came from the old warrior while giving a nod. “That’s right. That man is impossibly powerful, and could probably do push ups with three people sipping on him. Not someone to doubt when it comes to such a thing. I’ve seen him manage some incredible feats, and yes, there have been others terrified of him because of that. Your facts are all true.”

“But despite how much strength he has, there’s this gentle softness as well. Don’t forget that.”

#Anonymous #-Another Era Of War || MK2021 Verse #Warriors Spirit Never Fades || MK Verse #-Sunlights In Edenian || sonxflight #(( gonna tag ya boy since he was subject of conversation. )) #(( yes good yeet giants ryou )) #(( just hurl them. ))

[yetremains]

"Your wielding of light improves further... That is pleasant to see." (yeeting u the half-Edenian boi)

That was a voice Yang had not expected. Her entire form standing ramrod straight with her eyes bright, immediately turning to look in the taller mans direction. It was like the presence of a good friend could bring so much warmth into a room to chase anything else away. The expression on her face gained a large smile full of welcoming emotion.

“Thank you, that means a lot. I’ve always kept my self in balance and practicing. It’s wonderful seeing you! What have you been up too?”

#sonxflight #-Sunlights In Edenian || sonxflight #Warriors Spirit Never Fades || MK Verse #-Another Era Of War || MK2021 Verse #(( YES hand over this good lad. )) #(( He shall be cherished immediately. ))

[yetremains]

♡ + Yang and Ryou, both canon and MK verses :^)

SEND ME ♡ + A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU…

ANOTHER LONG ONE Oh boy this will be interesting *Entirely on the maybes of when they stop being dummy himbos* I tried

CANON

Who is the most affectionate? At first they would probably be very slow and gentle with the affection, considering there are already plenty of soft moments between them. Ryou is naturally affectionate towards his friends and loved ones, while Yang enjoys letting those she cares for know she does. But once the option is here, they would probably be very touch starved indulgence. Lots of tight holds, leaning into each other, soft whispers late into the night. Calling each other by their real names when alone.

Who initiates the handholding? Given the chance, Yang would absolutely go for hand holding first, as a grounding reminder. That it's real, Ryou is real, this is still reality. However I can see it being him that would in the quiet moments reach out to thread their fingers together, take solace in the warmth and grip.

Who worries more for the other? Ryou, without a doubt. While she worries over him and always has over the time they have known each other, Yang is the more feral. 'She protecc, she attacc, but also YANG YOU HAVE TO HOLD BACK'. After all these years, there has been the constant that Yang will willingly enter a fight if there is no other option. A combination of being a product of the world she's lived in, and the traumatic fear of loss.

Who is more likely to ask for help? Neither of them want to burden the other, or anyone really, with any of their troubles or endanger them, stubborn idiots. However they are extremely close, and if there was a deep need for help with something, or presence, and ear, then Ryou and Yang truly can depend on each other in times of need. And after a bit, probably more than willing to reach out. Breaking old habits is hard and never done in one night.

Who is the one always losing the keys? I feel like not one or the other would loose their keys all that often. Having been around in this world a god damn long time, they have learned to keep important objects close and on hand. But in Jack's case, maybe forgetting anything higher tech related would be more common.

Who leaves little love notes for the other? Being so tied with music, Yang would probably be leaving poems or small lyrics for Ryou now and then, while he'd leave behind heart felt notes of few lines.

Who can’t sleep unless the other is there? Sleep? These two? Less likely than you think! A combination of stubborn, trauma, PTSD, and the refusal to fall prey too the internal minds. But all the same, Yang wants to help him sleep more. But I feel that knowing they both have someone dependable there, they can't sleep well at all without each other.

Who is more likely to propose to the other? Two dummy thicc stubborn idiots managing this far? Your guess is as good as mine! This is much like a wild card, and it depends entirely on the thought processes. But if a lot of time goes by, it would be Yang, with a simple gold ring with writing around the inside of it. If she doesn't internalize it and let the thoughts spiral forever. Otherwise Ryou just might get the chance first.

Who introduced the other to their family first? Jack/Ryou, since he has adopted Ashi as a dottir. Yang doesn't really have any family left, considering her age and the wars of the past. And Scottsman is absolutely the wild uncle.

Who is more likely to play with the other’s hair? I've said this before, but Yang does love playing with her partners hair, and Jack is going to be spoiled like this. Running her fingers through his long hair, enjoying how soft it is. And amazed he can tie all of it up so easily and quick. Talent.

Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated? It would possibly switch depending on the day and the others moods, the highs and lows. Yang will absolutely spoil him with salmon items, green teas, and peach anything, especially peach mochi.

Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other? A long time ago it would have absolutely been Yang immediately ready to throw down. But now, they are far more on par, and Ryou would absolutely be protective if he knows something would be too much or too dangerous for Yang to handle. He's the holder of most braincells and also arguably the more dangerous out of the two of them.

Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other? Yang loves spoiling and surprising those she cares about. Be it small hand made items, food, silly gifts, it's just nice. So most often she might surprise him with something. But Jack is also the type to take great consideration and time to return such acts of affection.

Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things? Jack/Ryou. While the two of them no longer age, he is well aware Yang is much older and has crossed a lot of lines in the past. Long ago when he was more bright eyed, it was him that had Yang not be so merciless in a fight with someone, more willing to give second chances in a world that was so twisted already. He would most likely make her promise not to take unneeded risks. But on the flip side of that coin, Yang would make Ryou pinky swear to not let himself spiral so far down in himself and his thoughts.

Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch? Sleeping on the couch? It's a miracle! In all seriousness though, the most likely scenario would be Ryou coming across Yang slumped on the couch at some point and putting a blanket on her. Since she will go quite a long time without sleep naturally, but further than should be done. But this doesn't mean that Yang wouldn't find him once in a rare blue moon instead, and put her vest over him with a blanket. Potentially going to slip closer to let his head lay in her lap.

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MK VERSES

Who is the most affectionate? It would take a while for them to get here, but as close and trusting as the two are, if one wants affection then it will be given. Touch starved old souls want their cuddles, and they want them now. In this particular case I feel it might be Ryou sunshine boy that is just a little more. Yang will eventually melt into it, if she's not being the big spoon, or letting him lay on her chest to hear the heartbeat.

Who initiates the handholding? Depending on the where and when, it could be one or the other. But feel Yang might be the one to reach out and hold, but Ryou's grip might be just a little tighter when the thread their fingers together.

Who worries more for the other? When is there not worry for the other? Both of them are dangerous warriors in their own right and have been through hell and high water, improved their fighting skills and talents over the years, thus seen each other messed up in more ways than one. It's natural. But does not mean the fear or worry goes away. But I feel like in certain scenarios, it might be Yang that worries more about him, and gets herself ready for the worst- which in turn makes him worry harder. It's an infinity loop!

Who is more likely to ask for help? For something smaller, it's left unsure. Potentially willing to bring one or another in for help. It's not often that the need for it might arise if it's something more difficult, but if it does, it might just be Yang to ask first. Stubbornly.

Who is the one always losing the keys? Potentially these two, who carefully keep track of such things, would rarely loose anything. For ease of sue as well, Yang might just label what keys of hers go where for Ryou, because Yang does travel.

Who leaves little love notes for the other? I can see Ryou leaving more simple notes, but Yang will leave origami folded flowers for him in return, to unfold and read himself. They may even use different languages to convey things better, seeing as some are lacking in words.

Who can’t sleep unless the other is there? Both of them no doubt, considering they've been through way too much. But having a warm body there to hold can help. However... The meaning of proper sleep is lost on Yang, as her schedule is often stay up 48 hours, sleep for 9 or so after, rinse and repeat. It means more likely to watch over and protect. Waking from nightmares and memories is a common event. But with Ryou there she can manage to sleep more regularly and not be so tense. The nightmares don't stop of course, but it does help.

Who is more likely to propose to the other? Oddly enough, while Yang had been the one who proposed too her old fiance many years ago, in this particular instance she might not. Would just be content and happy with what they have here, not daring push it. So it probably in the end would be the half edenian if it went that far. Unless Yang uses music to do so.

Who introduced the other to their family first? If very close friends and ally's count as family, or adopted ones, then I feel like it doesn't matter who does it first. This would just come into happening with lost of smiles and gleeful joy. Have you seen the adopted kids? Here they are on both sides, aren't they fantastic!

Who is more likely to play with the other’s hair? Yang would adore playing with Ryou's hair, brushing it and braiding or such things, massaging his scalp. Her hands are surprisingly soft, thanks to wearing gloves all the time. But if he were to do the same for her, she would be weak for it.

Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated? Eating hearty and staying hydrated is something Yang always needs to do, and knows how horrible it is to not do so. So while she may sometimes neglect herself, this woman will make sure to feed Ryou as well as keep his favorite tea on hand as often as possible. She wants to make sure he is healthy as well as happy.

Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other? Considering how powerful these two can get I don't think there is an either one here. Ryou's own grandmother gave Yang the blessing to fist fight an Elder God, and Ryou himself is ready to throw down if he has too, as well as having fought a god himself too. In the end though, it is the calm and collected ones you need to watch out for more. If the culprit in question is truly beyond redemption and a blight on life, Ryou will take someone out and no one will find the body.

Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other? Remember how Yang enjoys showing her affection in various ways? This is another one of those, and yes, she will get small surprised for Ryou. Be it wood carvings of certain places, people, or items, or personalized object of some sort, even a keychain perhaps, Yang will surprise him with such things. But I feel he would do the same with Yang, and possibly be something that would entirely catch her off guard.

Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things? They both do, making the other promise not to run headlong into things, or get them selves hurt. After having been through so damn much on either side, they know what each other is capable of, as well as the dangers that don't scare them no matter what. So a pinky promise is something I can see happening easily between them, and trying to uphold it.

Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch? Here it might be a toss up. But more than likely it would be Ryou coming across Yang having succumb to sleep or exhaustion on the couch or in a chair, maybe even a desk. Woman tries too much at once and tries to keep notes and information, and will end up dropping things. So it would most likely be him to pull a blanket up and over her. But he's no exempt from experiencing the same thing, because if Yang were too find him asleep somewhere as well, then he'd be softly tucked in, and her staying close to reassure with her presence and warmth.

#sonxflight #-Stubborn Samurai || sonxflight #-Sunlights In Edenian || sonxflight #-Long Repairing World || Post Aku Future #Warriors Spirit Never Fades || MK Verse #-Another Era Of War || MK2021 Verse #(( we don't even have a ship name for these two yet BUT )) #(( I tried my best because these two kill me )) #(( soft and absolute idjits they are )) #(( just fucking make a move Yang good god ))

[sasorikigai]

" from the depths of your heart " ( for Hanzo, MK2k21 and/or modern verse plz )

send in " from the depths of your heart " for the receiver to tell the sender's muse something that they've always wanted to tell them, but has never had the opportunity to do so. || @sonxflight || accepting

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Confronted with the wretched, wicked universe, with fields of space sown thick with scattered stars, Hanzo Hasashi foresees that the desire blooming like a fragrant rose gardens without searing, punishing cruelty of height of summer spilling like torrential flood. Darkness shall be the light, and the stillness gentler than the severed heartstring of the Shirai Ryu ninja’s being. Regardless of Scorpion’s status, even when he finds himself struggling vehemently against his demon’s nebulous density perpetrating his damaged heart and soul, Ryou Sakai would endure him past dawn and beyond, and let Hanzo Hasashi make the fire’s last stance as he would annihilate himself to bury himself with familiar bulwark of steeled grief and remorse. 

A pinprick of light appears in his tenebrous, obsidian darkness, with his scorched soul stirred by the feather touch of minds reading into a waking dream of sagacious, idyllic, halcyon reality. Through deep contemplations and years of encounters, Scorpion has learned, thousands of practices may have prepared him to face all his trials and tribulations, a challenge like a whimsical hailstorm, a quicksand in a vast desert, but all the serious decisions he has made is all his own to take responsibilities. 

In irreversible and inevitable death, a renewed resurrection had birthed celebrations of Hanzo Hasashi’s firestorms. Even Netherrealm’s darkness still claims considerable portion of his being, warm beams of morning sunlight continue to perpetuate and touch the Earth beneath his feet. For Ryou Sakai’s being clears dreary, black clouds casting shadows over his skin. Withering infection and lifeless frozen cyan gaze filled with total darkness filling with magnanimous scorch of flames. Once, his world may have owned nothing, but tenebrous darkness, and Hanzo Hasashi as of now may not own his world perfected, but all he knows with his heart and soul is that he is with a lover of a lifetime. Harumi Hasashi could never take place of Ryou Sakai, and yet, half-Edenian becomes him, and vice versa - as if they had been in each other all along. 

“Once, skies of black suffocated my entirety and stained my throat with dark bleeding crimson, with my tainted hues veiled under heavy gray clouds of ash and burning acid rain of my vitriol rage and vengeance. The searing crimson red was all that I saw, and yet, I no longer spill blood from the lacerated gashes of my being, as I become corpse of fragile leaves scattered upon my feet. It still may tinge in organized embers, burning like a furnace, with every blade of grass engulfed in roaring flame. You saw me in excruciating hurt, and rescued me with every graceful beam of illumination, yielding armies of devastating tornados. You catalyzed my power, as every atom of my heat became dualistic wildfire and comfort of a hearth fire.”

Scorpion still thinks of roaring inferno of Netherrealm Hellfire licking, lapping, then whiplashing every adamantine bone in his body, threatening to tear him asunder into naught. And yet, despite the eradication of Hanzo Hasashi’s proverbial nature, as consuming darkness perpetuated in him, Ryou Sakai still saw scattered stars and shone light in each and every one of them. “How you paint me under flames of living love, so tenderly you would heal my damaged psyche and soul in its innermost place. You have changed death to life, and seized my love with newfound passion against doom tearing me asunder.”  ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || 

#✗ the ineffable testimony of spawned hellfire (scorpion) #✗ hellfire fibrillating beneath his skin (iv) #(mortal kombat 2021) #(hanryou) #(heliac flames) #(idk what this is but have this word vomit) #(bless Ryou's existence. Hanzo doesn't deserve him) #sonxflight

[sasorikigai]

"Can you please cease your attempts to incinerate even the ones who would merely cast an odd look upon me? You know not everyone around can and will pose a threat to my being..." (@2k21 Scorpion's overprotective ass aka I can see that happening lol)

This is an open invitation to call my muse out on their BS. || @sonxflight || accepting

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || To understand the depths of each other’s sorrow, this is what infrangible loyalty between the lovers is for. It is meant to make them feel warm and at home, even while it’s raining cats and dogs outside from the monsoons and hurricanes of tears and heart-wrenching sorrow from a joy that’s seemingly eternally lost - never to be found again, seemingly not in this life nor the past. To the haunted wraith in the perpetual throes of adamantine steeliness and tormented guilt and rage, laughing with surmounted mirth with ecstastic happiness seemed like an impossibility. 

Perhaps their friendship, their companionship, and their love that would triumph over death and beyond is what prevents Scorpion from dealing with the truth that life as he had known had been inherently meaningless and how it closes his eyes from going insane and hold each other’s hands with the solidified promises that he is safe, that he is precious and valued to be loved so that he could love in intensity and passion. Also, that nothing is going to rob him from the most beautiful gift of which is he is understood, without judgment and pre-assumption. 

How his skin burns and soul aches with an insatiable desire. Such longing Scorpion has grown accustomed to becomes an onslaught of unending obsession. For Ryou Sakai is the perfectly fitted key that liberates his soul imprisoned and his clutched, shackled heart to ebb and flow, expand with rapid hearth warmth as the smoldering heat will encompass both in inseparable coalescence. And how the half-Edenian has done it all unconditionally and unconsciously; as if Scorpion had been all that Ryou Sakai could focus. 

Even when Scorpion would become hopelessly lost beneath the bombarding barrage of torturous cries of the tormented, as the voices of his head would grow proportionally unbearable and burdensome, with seemingly endless lines of the spilled entrails and copious sanguine of the brutally slaughtered strewn over the landscape of sacred land of his home he could never return, Ryou Sakai would never lose hope in him. Any fool could criticize, condemn, and complain about Scorpion’s intent and indefinite gray of his morality, but he simply exists to choreograph his righteous dance of vindictive justice, instead of awaiting the thunderous storm of denouement to yet again sever the precious lives of too many treasured and loved. 

Such vehement stare penetrates his lover’s visage, as Scorpion’s burning intensity becomes raw, brutal honesty as the stirred flames scorch beneath the iridescent otherworldly gaze of his. With lips quirked and twisted into a vicious smirk. “There will only be surging torrential, cathartic flames that will swallow them if anyone ever dared to cast a wrong glance towards you,” the haunted moon of his gaze speaks of all Hanzo Hasashi’s love and loss,” the impenetrable clouds of his melancholia seem to guide the burning, suffocating sunlight that once shined resplendently as halcyon love, but now, Scorpion could never fathom to lose what amounts as his heart and soul, he has to be absolute and defiant. Otherwise, he would never recover from the abysmal depth of his depression, as he crawls beneath the nadir where only despair and deprivement echoes as his own requiem. “Only death greets them now, if they ever dare to take away my wretched life’s only saving grace.” ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || 

#✗ the ineffable testimony of spawned hellfire (scorpion) #✗ hellfire fibrillating beneath his skin (iv) #(mortal kombat 2021) #(hanryou) #(relationships; samurai jack) #(he be all fucking hellbent) #sonxflight

[sasorikigai]

@sonxflight​ stabbed the heart for MK2021 Rewrite™

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || The Netherrealm’s wraith stands before a dark ominous portal; the sight of which filling him with amalgam of indescribable, visceral and poignant emotions that has been unknown to both human Hanzo Hasashi and damned spectral vengeance of Scorpion’s demon. He knows next to nothing of what awaits him inside or at the other end, but he knows only two things; that his path leads him through the tunnel and there has to be light on the other side. But Hanzo Hasashi always has been an obstinate, intrepid soul. 

He decisively takes his first step into the tunnel, without an ounce of hesitation, for he is filled with determination, for he is with the promise that he will see the light again, which gives him abundant strength. Hanzo Hasashi Compound has long transformed into scores of sour, ferrous discordant melodies, for the glacier shivering refrains of winter’s wrath cascaded like flurries of arrows, penetrated through Harumi and Satoshi’s hearts, glinding through stygian blue air with crumpled exhumation of bodies as gnawed ivory surface and strewn stark against the long-neglected greenery. In a torrential sea of his own infernal conflagrations, Scorpion drowns. Crossing a river is harder when the current has serrated teeth, as he continues to lacerate and tear himself asunder, but even an infinitesimal hope of finding something that could bring him light in his darkest places. His Tenebrae, sorrows impaled - as once again, he finds his world cloaked and choked in stagnant, dried-up blood. 

He swoons in the archives of September, sifting picture, as he recalls both of their hearts palpitating in synchronization in the ebullition of their tender, intimate love. Now, only murderous moonlight marks the sempiternal loneliness with the dark’s inky blackness, and there he will hide, before his mind scatters deadened thoughts reside. Hanzo Hasashi recalls the neatly-folded parchment which had been bestowed upon Lord Raiden, and Ryou Sakai, whom had both observed Satoshi and Koharu’s birth as the Shirai Ryu warrior cried joyful tears. How the bruised pomegranate lungs bleed open fields of agony and trauma, as fire-embedded gaze glazed and glistened as scintillating starlights reflect upon ash in the depth of his being. 

The shadows are long now, moon hanging low atop the valley; the places where sunlight still hits are illuminated like spotlights. Hanzo Hasashi walks home slow amidst the colors of sky dissolving into the melted puddle of a distorted construct of his nonexistent time. As he ruminates into the abysmal depth of his thoughts, as the shadows drench in purple above his upturned head, the flock of birds configure in the shape of forward motion, as if asking him to imagine that his reality is real; static, solid, and unchangeable. That he will be sheltered beneath these same trees for the rest of his breaths and he simply cannot fathom to deny the dwelling possibility. 

“I still trace back to the earliest cries of barrenness, infernal flames became scorching needles, carrying excruciating red threads weaving patiently through holes of a tapestry of sadness and hope of my slatted ribs,” his words echo towards nothing, but from deep within, the earthy and herby fragrance of white chrysanthemum, the exuded elegance of the Edenian samurai’s appearance is vigilantly noted in the sharpened clarity of his conscious. 

“I still hear the shrieking, beautiful cries of a sensitive, timid little boy, who aspired to fulfill dreams of tomorrow, only to be cruelly withered beneath the deadly nightmare he would repeated dream every night. 春が私の心の中でどのように死んだか, 思い出はひどいものに運命づけられているので. [How spring died in my heart, as memories are destined for terrible things.]” ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || 

#✗ the ineffable testimony of spawned hellfire (scorpion) #✗ hellfire fibrillating beneath his skin (iv) #(mortal kombat 2021) #(still haven't watched the movie but I'm ready) #(MY HEART IS READY TO BREAK THROUGH THIS THREAD) #sonxflight