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034. Stars "What do you think you are playing at? This is foolishness!"034. Stars by *Tsuyosa-10
North Korea sighed and looked up at China from his cup of tea, it had grown cold long ago, but he still found it more engaging than the current conversation, "What were you saying?"
Sighing in irritation, China narrowed his eyes at him, "Listen when others speak to you! When did you become so disrespectful?"
A chuckle escaped his lips at that, "When did you cease to be my ally, hyung?"
China frowned at him from across the table, "Excuse me?"
"You heard me, or has the sun set so low on you already?"
He smirked in satisfaction at the red that tinged China's cheeks at that statem
Mechanized Heart (Rough Draft) Click.Mechanized Heart (Rough Draft) by *Tsuyosa-10
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Killing becomes easier with every shot. That's what everyone in the business had told me, at first I thought they were all full of shit, but as time passed, it got easier than falling asleep. It all becomes the usual and a regular life seems like an absurdity, but I suppose that's just experience talking. Who am I? I am Death, your very own reaper for hire, in short, an assassin.
How can I do it, you ask? As I've said, it's not that hard, all it takes is a little practice. The first few targets are always the hardest, especially when you botch the job. Watching someo
Inheritance of the Forsworn Look at this tapestry that I've weaved,Inheritance of the Forsworn by *Tsuyosa-10
Webbed with threads of illusions,
And all of the alibis I've heaved
Upon you in hope of collusion.
Gaze into the scars that lie in my eyes,
The fires within
That once flickered like night skies,
Now burn with furious guilt and misery, for I have spread myself too thin.
The words that force through my lips
Are disguised confessions.
For I am no longer piloting my own ships,
My soul is not among my possessions.
My hands are slick with blood that I can make no attempt to wash away.
Blood split at another's command,
Memories that can only fade after the passage of days.
Seems I inherited Moth
Soul For Rent Pounding the keys, she grits her teeth: a bitter artist on display. Minor notes float in the silence, adding another link in the bonds that keep her coupled to the piano. Thrown together like hateful lovers, musician and instrument are pitted against each other to earn tonight's wages. Fingers slipping on cracked ivories, she stifles a curse and continues to play the wretched piece; the people clap and put money in the jar, but the echoes the coins make only seem to be a repeat of the hollow melody that composes her soul. Selling passion for monetary praise has turned her once feathery fingers to unfeeling iron digits, robotic and automatic iSoul For Rent by *Tsuyosa-10
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