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A translucent ocean, waves crashing at the bay of the sand with little mercy. Only if seagulls dwelled at these depths of the midnight, maybe it would’ve made such scene less gloomy with squawking to eat out an ear.
knight stepped up, at present, free from duties, who’d would always take an amble on the shore lines, stretching to a doom. He’d bend down, knees digging into the sand, head that could be easily drowned with a light push, and his callous fingers would brysh the heads of the sea. Tranquill as he may be, he bottles a hard feeling, who doesn’t?
That is one that makes a human mortal, but it doesn’t always mean that this mortal is justified in any way. A petrified desire that shrouded him, never meeting the open eye. He’d raise his sword to slash away the shrubbery, thorns and vines that were stacked up and tangled. That longing, everlasting, holed and shielded through the prickly protection. Only if it was that easy to cut down it all down. Only if it was physically there for him to mess and gnaw on.
At present, he clasped his sleeve with his free hand, the cloth had been hanging long in the blue after he unknowingly plunged it deep. Like beating up the sea would help him escape. The knight wasn’t petty nor bloodlusted. He wouldn’t hurt himself or others even if this emotion was scratched leaving a scar—No—a steadily stretching, growing wound embedded. This one needed to wake up, this one had been asleep for far to long. Though, there is one who had been awake.
“Are you okay, General? You stand quite devastated.” The criminal erected from the dawn of the night without warning, seemingly on a chill stroll like he wasn’t hated by millions on the same land he walks on. The knight, as a esteemed wise general was supposed to, as he was ordered to rush, crush, bring him to be bound. Yet the knight remained positioned, only a twinge of his head to properly meet face to face with the hunter.
“Perchance you have gone mad?” The criminal snickered a mocking tone, yet the knight stayed still, unchanging. The hunter scoffed at the general’s state who still clutched his sleeve, unsure if he was intimidated or finally hit internal hysteria. The hunter knew some of him, used to be all because of how much the softer one would yap. The hunter knew how much of the knight’s facade, his pretty mask carrying the burden of wisdom and honor. Blade wanted to mess around, which is the reason why he showed himself to the man.
“General..” The boy’s eyes finally seemed to properly take in the current situation. His pupils expanded, eventually softening and pulling up the corners of his mouth into a bitter smile. The criminal felt at home, settled down. “Jing yuan… Scratch that… A-Yuan?” Jing yuan’s face drooped leisurely, Blade smiled at the impact. How rude. Pestering and making a troll out of him after all the decades of suffering and yearn. After a few waves crashed onto both of their shoes, soaking them, eventually Jing Yuan stepped up, hoisting himself walking a few steps towards and properly locked eyes of the predator. How bittersweet, Blade thought. It would have possibly been a lie if Blade haven’t—
“I’ve missed you, Yingxing.” Huh.