⌖ ﹝𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 — 𝐙𝙴𝚁𝙾.﹞
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⌖ ﹝𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 — 𝐙𝙴𝚁𝙾.﹞
@legends-requiem.bsky.social

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤᴅᴀʏꜱ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ 𝒫ERFECT 𝐿ENGTH ,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ 𝒩EED ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀɴʏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ;

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ 𝒴EARS ꜱᴇᴇᴍ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏᴏ 𝒮HORT ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ 𝒮OUL.ᐣ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⌯

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ》ㅤᴍᴅɴɪ. ╎ ᴇɴɢ ʀᴘ.

⠀/ /⠀i need to like fix this whole account up later the pin is pmo
November 23, 2025 at 8:01 PM
[ though even still . . .

it remains, with that trying gaze of understanding ; the want to express his sympathy. ]
November 23, 2025 at 7:56 PM
[ his hand opens out.

palms up. scuffed. battered, like the rest of him — scars of wear and tear etched 'cross metallic plating,

yet never extended to harm.

it held like an offer for nothing in particular — he'd knowingly waste his efforts if it meant having it brushed aside again. ]

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November 23, 2025 at 7:56 PM
[ encourage his feelings to come out on display any other moment ; not without meeting that harshness and evident hurt under his layers.

he gazes for what feels like an eternity. ]

. . . You will not be alone.

[ its uncharacteristically softer spoken. willed to be. wanting to be. ]
November 21, 2025 at 6:53 PM
[ to hell with repairs now. there was more he needed to confront. ]
November 21, 2025 at 4:26 AM
[ speaks calmly ; as if the dull feelings from before hadn't existed to waver him at all. ]

You've been through too much to abandon.

. . .

We've watched each other's backs for too long to turn hatefully. You know that too, don't you?

[ he hopes. he hopes so. ]
November 21, 2025 at 3:55 AM
[ and it's a question that wracks his processors.

why does he?

had it been the reflection of X in him? his memory living on? their very connection muddied in the waters of war, thrilling themselves in the cross of blades?

or, maybe . . .

Zero, with a will of wanting to indulge selfishly, + ]
November 21, 2025 at 3:55 AM
[ lips part to refute, but something stops him. perhaps it had been the conflict on Harpuia's face.

maybe it was something else that held fear between morality and an inner understanding.

. . . regardless, he doesn't speak. not until he's asked of. ]

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November 21, 2025 at 3:55 AM
[ hand raises — weakly, stiffly, but it brushes fingers along the other's wrist, reaching for the touch. ]

. . . You've an unfair deal in a life that promises dysfunctionality. I shouldn't have . . . asked that of you.

[ is that guilt present? ]
November 20, 2025 at 11:55 PM
[ the very thought of it makes his fists curl.

but with mild movement comes the groan of pain to follow, almost forgetting he had still been opened up. at once, the anger clears, and he's left to simply look on.

but . . . ]

. . . I understand.

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November 20, 2025 at 11:55 PM

⠀/ /⠀theres something terribly wrong with them
November 20, 2025 at 11:45 PM