⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ₊ ཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮 ﹙★﹚ ❝𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊❞ . ౨ৎ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ . ♡⠀ ̣̣̣͙⠞⡷✤*𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 with 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎 were such a foreign occurrence between the two, the Yaksha shielded away from such confrontations. A heart as fragile as the most precious porcelain such a delicate thing for a thousand years old demon slayer, occupation did no portray how vulnerable he was inside. Such past of the memories lingered in the backgrounds of his mind, a constant reminder of his past self 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 a currpoted melody of his past discretions that lulled in his head clouded by his lack of self value. 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎 had sought a life of solitude ever since those he cherished passed on to the afterlife a fate he believed he desired until he found a light hidden amidst the darkness that enveloped his existence. This light, so radiant, illuminated his life like stars scattered across the night sky in

⊰══════════════════════════════⊱ 𝐘𝐄𝐓, an argument between him escalated to such an extent that 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎 vanished in a small black gust of wind. Calling out his name proved futile there was no response, not even an acknowledgment of your desperate pleas. Feeling lost and uncertain about how to mend their relationship with the Yaksha. Seeking solance in an all too famialr estate. Quite footsteps as they ventured up the stairway of the inn towards the balcony once served as a randevu point as meny memories were created in this spot, only now served as a pain of their past mistake of harsh words slipping their mouth which in dow caused Xiao departel. Reaching the top, an all too familiar figure learned across the cold rails, gazing down at the citizens who mingled down below.

"𝐐𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐗𝐈𝐍, you shouldn't be out here; it's cold. Leave," He didn't need to turn around to know it was you. Words were laced in a harshness they seemed to remind you of the past memories of how 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎 used to speak to you with a certain distance in his voice. Underneath those layers were hidden emotions of longin