It made his eye want to twitch. He was not that prideful but something in his tone made Shōto feel unsettled. “And I expected something better from you.”
born in his abyss , free , forgotten . he became a nightmare of his own nameless history . end / beginning are the same shadow of your storm . in his hand he guides dark flames connected to a farce . it ’ s a mere illusion of fictional fantasy . cold eyes burn at the stake .FAILURE FORTIFIES THE STRONG ! dad never said that . he listens to his impatience , but he bothers not to take his eyes off the fire glow . ❛ want to see what i am made of ? ❜