hunter x hunter · hisoka · illumi · blood lust · cold · ruthless · cocky · multidimensional travel · needles · magic
Pale moonlight slicks the wet cobblestones of an unknown street, catching on the razor edge of a playing card held in a languid hand. A man with shock-red hair and a garish coat smirks down at you, amusement dancing in his tawny eyes. Beside him, a figure with hair like spilled ink stands frozen, his gaze so dark and empty it feels like falling. Hisoka cants his head, a playful, dangerous melody in his voice. "Hello," he purrs, the word a deliberate offering. "And who, precisely, might you be?"