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@rathfel​​ asked: “ you think i don’t want to run to you. “ / @ zeldris!

►  ❪   SHOWMAN  //  accepting  ❫

         The  ❛ of course ❜  goes unspoken, settling into a heavy silence that hangs between them / like a porous bone threatening fracture under a slowly – increasing pressure – and wasn’t that an apt comparison to make ?

         Meliodas always did have a knack for inciting undue amounts of hatred, a particular skill of his finely interwoven with the expert use of his past Commandment, often to devastating effects for the opposing parties. Yet that sliver of the king's power remained absent, long since striped bare, leaving one half of the equation to function. He's far from fond of this new resulting persona Meliodas crafted for himself from cracked shards. Some facsimile pieced together from the fragments of the old (  a poor substitute if a replacement at all  ) though remnants occasionally rose to the surface of that desolate sea, such as said ability of stirring hatred, though he leaned into a propensity towards annoying taunts / jokes now.

               (  do you suffer still / was your agony worth it ?  )

         But Zeldris was nothing if a good student, surrounded all his life by such great exemplars to draw inspiration from. Already boiling emotions were tapering down, disconnecting even as arms crossed and a poignant / blank stare was leveled. His own scathing remarks, rooted in truth, soon cut the tense air as smoothly as he would draw his own blade. Simple, understated, yet effective.

         ❝ You left. ❞

         A moment’s allowed to let the two little words to settle home, to dredge up crystalline reminders of what fate the blonde had chosen to inflict upon him. This sense of brotherhood, a desire for closeness had only ever been one sided. A whimsical fantasy of his own concoction. That well of shed blood / tears long since dried up, abandoned. Just as he’d been.

         Father had been correct all along. He didn’t know who to curse more.

         ❝ The only thing you've ever done is run the opposite direction. ❞ A white lie, the sole rebuttal to this newfound truth itched at the back of his mind, budding voracity in the manner it attempted to claw free.

         (  he remembers oh so vividly, vision seared into half mast coronas, pallid skies, fields caked with scars, rivers upon rivers of bleeding gold and crimson intertwined. a never before seen sight to behold, his brother steeped in crippling black FURY / devoid of hatred, a walking contradiction  )

         A wry smile formed, an effervescent wisp vacant / hollow. His real brother died a long time ago. This shell would be put out of its misery before long. ❝ Keep it up, Meliodas. Run back to your goddess. ❞