Forcing her to drink water bc it’s good for her & it means she’ll squirt more later
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Ok so I just finished SVSS (halfway through the extras) and WHAT is going on with that sex scene after the other Luo Binghe shows up 😭 like what??? They’re both so stupid they’re crying cause they don’t know how to fuck properly?? SQQ is like oh dear well this is awkward I guess I’ll sacrifice myself for his sake of his massive dick 🥺 like gentlemen what are you doing just blow each other or 69 or something oh my god
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God, what if Gabriel won in the second fight?
Do you think he’d regret it?
Can you even imagine? Having an opponent that is so genuine in its intentions of destruction (of survival), wielding strength and weaponry strong enough to go head-to-head against him.
Something that burns with its glowing optic, mirroring wings filled to the brim with weaponry, jumps and dodges and almost mimicking flight. It takes all his strength to not slip up during the fight. All of his attention, focused on one being. V1 draws out his passion furiously and forcefully, claws at his heart until he unravels under the heat of the firearms, and it brutally tears the buried, long-forgotten, illogical feelings out of him. It disregards him (an angel, a judge) as a mere creature.
V1's mere existence goes against everything he knows, and V1's every single act breaks every rule the heavenly council has set. And still, it stands against all, unmoving. An unstoppable force.
What does it feel like to have V1 (this husk, this thing) tear apart everything he knew and everything he is? To have V1 grab the back of his neck and shove his head into the cold bitter truth that he refused, feared, to acknowledge - that he is flawed, that the council is wrong, that their god is gone.
When his devotion and anger are shattered, fire extinguished, what is left in his body is something crude and rough - the same sensations, in the same shape and form, felt by humans upon millennia: a wondering within the guideless, goalless, meaningless life, yet grasping at survival with every string of their existence nonetheless. What does it mean? What am I? What am I here for? How it feels to bear the weight of life when you stare into the void. The time is ticking.
Do you think he would grieve for V1? At that point, the battle is no longer about victory and pride, no longer about responsibility, no longer about preserving the fragile balance within hell. But a pure, animalistic dance of bite and tear and violence and ecstasy that brings crystal clear clarity, plain and simple: nothing else matters except him and V1, at this moment, at this place, fighting, dancing, killing, surviving. To break strings and draw blood. To live.
When he finally tears V1 open, does he see the divinity within the boundaries between gore and metal? Does he regret it?
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