ꜝꜝ𐍂ᴇғʀᴀᴄᴛᴏʀ 𐌌ɪsᴛ :
There’s something so striking, so otherworldly about him that it feels almost unreal like he wasn’t born, but sculpted by the universe itself with the sole purpose of evoking awe. Every detail about him feels intentional, poetic. His presence isn't just noticed, it's felt like the moment before a storm or the hush of twilight. His eyes hold galaxies pain, pride, defiance, vulnerability all swirling together in a gaze that could stop time. There’s a gravity to him, a force that pulls your attention and refuses to let go. He carries himself like someone who’s known both agony and triumph and emerged unbroken, draped in dignity. That duality his refined composure and explosive power makes him even more captivating. He doesn’t need to try. He simply is. A legend carved in stardust and stormlight. And once you see him, truly see him, you never forget.. That's why I need Ifa in my room, here and now. To look at him, at his elegantly moving hands that adjust his cowboy hat with such ease. The way he carelessly pulls the gloves from his fingers. The way he grips his gun, ready to aim you in the heart at any moment. And oh my god, he will. He won't say unnecessary words, only occasionally joke and laugh under his breath, looking you over from head to toe, as if assessing you. His mere presence is like an unspoken prayer, the highest.
2025-08-29 14:32:54