#(( the bar is SO low and yet doma somehow manages- ))

[cryopathiic-a]

[From @deathly-toxins

Let's see how a certain 'Prince' reacts to getting a 💋 from Dad, eh? ]

RECEIVE HIS BLESSING // source || accepting a couple more uwu

I go for refuge until am enlightened...

These eyes of crystal have yet to meet something more repulsive than this here creature. It is like his head has been doused with a bucket of ecumenical muck from the world's sewers; and the filth runs through oily strands and onto his face. Marks where skin should be clear; scars where the skin should be pristine. Its posture; frail and famished, disturbingly skinny and malformed, as if the bones never quite had enough to grow into their full shape. And the stench of rot was an assault to his nostrils. This child was disgusting.

Picture now this; the holy one, knelt on the floor before this abomination. Large palms cup the child's sides as it stares, wide eyed, into kaleidoscopic hues. A stark juxtaposition; thick, luscious platinum and spotless porcelain skin. Seraphic features wear compassion well. A cool thumb comes to brush some matted hair away from the child's features, hands moving to cup their chin and tilt it up lightly whilst holding their face. Such an ugly face, that was.

Who could ever love something so revolting?

Something that had devoured seven full humans already, leaving nothing behind?

By the merits of my virtuous actions...

The audience chamber awaited beyond these sliding doors. Though they would be stuck here until Nakime was given word to open. And after that... him and his sister would have to answer to that man. Naturally, Dōma had come for support.

❝ Mochi? You remember what otousan said, right? ❞ He would repeat it, just to be sure. The kid was unruly, without manners, still. ❝ We kneel, in front of this man, and we don't look him in the eye. ❞ That was as big of a headstart as he could give; but he was willing to add something more.

By my practice of giving and other perfections...

There was a small pause, with Dōma merely looking into his face and smiling. This pitiful creature, may forever change his fate in that room; from a nothing, a nobody, to a powerful member of the Twelve Kizuki. What bigger kindness could he have been afforded?

An unloved, discarded child, forgotten by the world and left to die at this side of the road like sickly cattle. Frigid touch grew tighter, then, and Upper Two pulled the little one closer. Pale lips pressed on his forehead, right over where his third eye should be. And it smelled really bad, and if he were honest, Dōma was a little repulsed by that, but if he did not love the unlovable, who would? He embraced the child, who had never before felt a warm loving touch. Maybe the cold would not be felt as harshly on thick skin.

❝ I know you will do very well, because you have been practicing with me. I believe in you, little one. ❞

May I become a Buddha to benefit all sentient beings.

Children perform better when they feel loved, after all.

#♛ ¦ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇꜱ༺ answered #deathly toxins #(( the bar is SO low and yet doma somehow manages- )) #𝚅 𝟶𝟸 ⟅ god didn't bring you this far to leave you ⟆