Even his indomitable will and staunched body to serve righteous justice had overexerted, as the reserve depth of his hellfire extinguished his being, with eternal exhaustion wrapping Scorpion’s wilted body around him, confining him.
For his heart holds such terrible things in it and becomes stranger abiding this one body - it is so tender and fragile, but becomes heavy as a mountain, and he still continues to hold it, hold it against the perpetuated ache, as the rushing sanguine flood became a storm surge that would breach the sea walls, and leave adamantine bones drenched in salt, long eroded and sunken. ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Even now, as heavy as it feels, Scorpion could fit his heart into the remembrance of a time that he couldn’t bear to partake in.
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