Desire

“.. staring at the sea that can't cross. I swore an oath by tapping the opening of the drawn eye. I'm a martyr and a bloody witch. I trained the Emperor of Heaven with extreme fertility and trampled on the sky and became the sky on my own. God humiliated me like that. I dropped myself from the sky to the ground. No, I wasn't the sky in the first place. He was taller than me. So I tried to cross. I thought it was possible."

Raw snow smells low. Her voice gets smaller, so Azin barely hears it until he listens.

“... but it's pointless. I failed. I was terrified of you, and I showed you ugly. No offense, but he's right. I'm not the sky. I couldn't stop him from attacking... what do you think? ”

“.. what? ”

Azin bites back. He rubs a cigarette on his lips and scowls at the smell of raw snow. She leans back slightly and looks up at the sky.

“Don't you think I'm ugly? I was so confident that I couldn't even reach God, and neither could Mujin Saab. I'm a humble unmanned man. It's no different from the scorned Lost Lake because you think you're the strongest and have a useless confidence in your accomplishments. You're my disciple, aren't you? I regret learning to be a free man.”

“What am I supposed to do? ”

I couldn't help it. Argin spits a grudge and throws a cigarette. The sea swallowed it silently. Azin turns his head to look at him. A surprised look of black snow opened his eyes and looked at him.

“So what do you want me to do, Master? You want me to make fun of you? You want me to insult you for being so good at something without rats? ”

Ajin did not hide his emotions. It felt strange to him too. What's the matter with you? Masks on, as usual. Laughing at anger and irritation wasn't the best thing you could do. It was a natural prescription when he found out he was different from others.

So.

“What's a worthless drone? What is the Lost Ark? Master is strong. He's a few hundred, maybe a thousand times stronger than me. You know that, don't you? ”

I don't wear a mask in front of her. When Raw Snow approached Azin, Azin decided to use her. I was always going to wear a mask and purr to suit her, and seek my own gain. Decepting the NPC was familiar to him.

I don't know.

“What are you so confused about? You couldn't reach God? God damn it, did you think you could reach it? He's God, Master. He said," How old are you? "How many did you say, sixty? Seventy-seven? Add twenty years on the island and there are eighty to ninety. It's less than a hundred years! ”

I don't know why you're saying such useless things. Advice is not right for him. Rather, it's better to take advice. Of course, he is the owner of a rotten twisted personality who, if anyone advises him, curses himself with a smile in his face and says, "Fuck you." It is absurd that he preaches to someone. How many times more intense is the opposing Pokémon?

Piss off.

“What's that about? You're going to kill God? It's a far more false dream than a little boy saying he's going to be president later. If you were God, you would have lived for thousands of years, but you didn't think you could reach them for a hundred years? ”

You shouldn't be doing this. Usually in this case, the procedure for Ajin is to smile. The user smiles and listens to the target. If the opposing Pokémon insults someone, they insult each other. If the opposing Pokémon is depressed, they comfort them. Laugh together if you laugh. The empathy that hides his emotions, which is meticulously tailored to others, was his shampoo. But he was angry now. I was annoyed. This is not your usual pain.

Ajin knew that, too. He noticed that his behavior was strange. And he thought,

Shut up.

“What about the ocean? You haven't been out of the water in 20 years? So that's what you're going to do? Master is with me now. Come with me, on this ship! floating on the ocean where the Master had not been in for twenty years. It's the same in the future. I leave the island, I fall on a continent somewhere. And the Master will be with me. The sea? Yes, if you're so afraid of not going into the sea, dive into the sea right now. Or you can come out and see the ocean later. ”

Ajin asked for a cigarette in a nervously motion. The scent of Raw Snow is half-opened and staring at him. Azin fries the lighter's torch, but the wind is not too strong. Azin, who froze his glabella and used the dragon to light a fire, finally gave up.

“Oh, fuck! ”

Asin throws a lighter as he curses. The sea graciously swallowed it up. Azin chewed the tobacco he was biting while making a fuss.

“... light me a fire. ”

Azin glanced at the scent of raw snow and said. I stopped laughing at the smell of raw snow when I saw him dazed. Foot, and a burst of laughter continued low. The scent of Raw Snow groans at your waist and reaches out to Azin. On the lightly struck thumb, a flame ignited and caught on to the burning cigarette. Azin drank the smoke deeply and looked at the smell of raw snow.

“.. what's so funny?"

“Hehe... hehehe... hehe...”

I did not answer the smell of Raw Snow. Azin turns around and leans against the ledge. He stares at the cloudy moon and smokes heavily. What he said and why he did it. He still didn't fully understand. I was just annoyed with the smell of raw snow. I was annoyed at the fact that I was having an unpleasant magnetism, and I was furious at how depressed I looked. Yeah, it was a scam. Raw Snow smells strong.Excellent. She says she is insignificant, but she is not insignificant. She lived a life less than a hundred years and was compared to the transcendent and surprised God.

“.. is a big fat dog. ”

Azin mutters with a cigarette on his lips.

“Last time, the master beat the sword. And this time, I was struck by a sword. So it's a big pile of goop. I asked for it, Master. Are you weaker than the boy named Sword? ”

“.. no way. ”

The smell of Raw Snow answered with a funny voice. Azin nods loudly.

“Suppose a centuries-old master lives another thousand years. You think you're weaker than God? ”

“I lived for a hundred years and reached that point. Not to mention thousands of years. I think I can catch it on 500 sides. ”

I laughed so much that I cried a little. The scent of Raw Snow lifted a finger and stole the eye area. Azin's lips twitched.

He laughed a little.

“.. the sea that Master thought was shit. Will you come with me? ”

“.. you're still here. ”

The scent of Raw Snow smiled heavily, and so did Ajin. What the hell am I talking about? The thought made him unable to see the face of Raw Snow properly. While staring at the sky for no reason, he spit out the cigarette he was biting. Maybe it's because he's smoking a cigarette. My heart seemed to be beating a little faster than usual. Ajin raises the body that was leaning against the ledge.

“Well, let's get in there without all the fuss. It's called a party, and I didn't even enjoy it properly. ”

“Are you cold?”

The smell of Raw Snow smiled and asked. In saying that, he met the wind without a word. The wind churns and shakes his head. But it wasn't cold. Rather, it was hot. His clothes are thin... but he looks down at the tuxedo he was wearing. So it's a luxury. No, I don't think so. Azin nods.

“Yes, it's cold."

I'm stumped. My lips are pressed together. The scent of Raw Snow closes its eyes in half and is in front of Azin's nose. A thin breath touched my cheek. It was completely different from the regular tongue kissing. My lips were just touching. An arm of Raw Snow hugs his waist, and he can't respond. Because he was shocked. He was stiff as a wooden puppet, so he had no choice but to embrace himself and receive a little more strength on the lips.

“Are you cold? ”

My lips fall off. I smile at the smell of raw snow and ask, and Azin does not answer. He was still stiff. Seeing that pain, the smell of Raw Snow was low. She leans her head against the aching chest.

“.. but thanks for nothing. ”

“.. until you thank me. ”

Azin turns his head in half and mutters. With that small voice, the black smell giggles. Her lips came again. This time, he was able to react. A half-tilted head greets her. The slightest raised hand hugs the black snow-scented waist, and this kiss is slightly more intense. My tongue struck lightly.

“... stop. ”

What dropped my lips was the smell of raw snow. She pushes Ajin away lightly, taking a few steps back. I lifted the back of my hand and stole my lips. A little red lipstick came out. The scent of Raw Snow stands on the deck, arms outstretched and eyes closed, receiving the moonlight. She laughs.

“... I feel good. ”

In a small voice, the black snow scent mutters. Azin stared at the raunchy figure for a moment. It was strange. Even in the dark, her body seemed to glow white, and looked a little more beautiful than usual.

“.. that's it? ”

Azin asked without even knowing it. At that question, I opened my eyes that were closing the smell of Raw Snow and smiled at Azin.

“Why? What else is there to do? ”

A dance-like light step brings out the smell of raw snow. Asking so, Azin couldn't give him a proper answer. Raw Snow smiled as she watched the pain scratching her cheeks, avoiding her gaze for no reason. She raises a finger and gently pounds Azin's forehead.

“Don't think useless, mischievous. ”

The scent of Raw Snow passed through the pain with a bloody smile. Azin looks at the back of the Raw Snow with a fat face. The scent of Raw Snow grows as if it were crisp.

“Maybe God is watching. I'm ashamed.”

“There was a time when someone wasn't watching.”

Azin grunts. The smell of black snow rolls around his head and sticks out his tongue.

“Persian or Acacia was blocking on its own. No, more than... you. Did you think someone was watching you? ”

“.. nothing like that. ”

Ajin was confused because he had nothing to say. Everyone has sexual orientation. The expression of Raw Snow was a little stiff.

“You can't just...”

The scent of Raw Snow tried to spit out harsh words as she opened her lips. But before it was fully spit out, Azin slapped his hands and stopped the words of Raw Snow.

“Come on in, come on in. ”

I don't know what else to say, Azin rushes past her. He grunts and grunts, but he doesn't listen on purpose. It was strange, but I never got excited about it.

Probably would

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The first book of designers ends here. The second book starts tomorrow. I'll try to write more fun than the first.

It's a novel by Novelis, and it's playing a modern piece called "Paranox." If my writing suits your taste, or if you want something a little darker, read Paranox.