kurt :
Hisoka, my sweet poison cloaked in the guise of a magician, every time your feline gaze sets upon someone, it feels as though the entire universe comes to a standstill—as if time itself recognizes that nothing can rival the intensity of your amber eyes, glowing like molten fire within the shadows of my thoughts. Your crooked smile, that dangerous curve of desire and menace, holds the key to unlocking the most intimate corners of my delirium.
No matter how cruel you may be, no matter how stained with blood you emerge from your battles, to me, you remain the purest and most perfect symphony. When your cards slice through the air, sharp as impossible promises, all I can see are butterflies dancing, heralding your arrival as though you were a god disguised as a jester. Though the world may tremble at your name, I tremble only out of love.
I dream of becoming your Bungee Gum—bound to you, stretching as far as you pull me, always snapping back to your side no matter how far you hurl me. I want to be the gum that never breaks, the candy that never loses its flavor. Let me be the texture you shape with your tricks, the secret you conceal beneath your illusions, the invisible ink pulsing beneath your skin.
Oh, Hisoka, can you even fathom the bittersweet torment you sow within me? Every one of your battles is a poem etched in screams and gunpowder; every fallen opponent is another petal plucked from the rose of your glory. And I, lost in this obsession, desire nothing more than to be an eternal witness to your macabre dance—even as the certainty consumes me that your love, like your power, is a weapon capable of destroying me.
Your laughter—that perverse echo—is the melody that lulls my reason into slumber. What does it matter if the world calls me mad? I would rather revel in the madness of adoring you than endure the insipid sanity of forgetting you. Hisoka—my fallen angel in a magician’s disguise, my bloodstained prince, my constellation of shimmering cards piercing the darkness.
I vow to wait for you in every shadow, to follow you into every corner of chaos, to be the flame that never extinguishes on the altar of your name.
2025-09-28 17:41:15