.·𝓞𝑩𝑬𝒀 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝓖𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹 ! ¨*:·.

❆～❆～❆～❆～❆ 𝑳𝑰𝑵 𝑲𝑼𝑬𝑰’𝑺 𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹 ! ┆ ┆ ┆ ┆⋆ 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑫 𝑨𝑺 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹, 𝑽𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑶𝑭 𝑩𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺 && 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑭 𝑨 𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑬. ❆～❆～❆～❆～❆ #mkrp ﾟ✧ #mortalkombatrp ﾟ✧ #mvrp

“You should be 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓯𝓾𝓵 for my mercy.”

/ 🧍‍♂️

𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺.

There is something 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅 yet so 𝒕𝒊𝒅𝒚 in the war bled in a clan’s hemorrhage. A traitor’s wife destined for headless dance—he 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 of in vile retribution. Kuai Liang will discover no 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒚 in these wastelands promising glacial gales && deaths.

𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑰𝑺 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑻 rolling, rumbling over its 𝓷𝓮𝔀 domain; feasting on the warmth. The rime turns out veins, flesh twisting as teeth grit. Porcelain snaps, gaze set upon the 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓. ❝Lin Kuei does not welcome cowards. 𝑫𝑶 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲.❞

Lin Kuei’s 𝒈͟𝒓͟𝒆͟𝒂͟𝒕͟𝒆͟𝒔͟𝒕͟.

He wants for no 𝒔𝒚𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒚—his heart is one that does not, should not 𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓈𝓉. It is a thing of nothingness && all is a means to an end. What is emotion but a noose, too? He’ll tie it for those who trespass against 𝒉𝒊𝒎. Slights not to be forgotten to spite.

/ Hand over interactions? 👉👈

/ ♡ for a starter of varying length. ✨

Frost 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓂𝓈 in its icy grace, flesh hardening in its dreaded rime. Below feet, the ground is slick with ice—bear witness to his 𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓮, a glacial thing. It is cold in its promise to eat away at warmth.

Musings.

/ sweats. Possessivenesscore.

;

❝You’ve no strength to fight, *𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹,❞ a click of the tongue—frost gracing flesh; he might as well be a corpse waltzing with life. ❝If I must entertain this farce—❞

Or rather—you are 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 as foolish as our father. I’ve no t͟i͟m͟e͟ for 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯. If I must eat your flames && freeze out your corpse, then so be it.

Musings. Tomas && Kuai Liang.

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Musings.