Describe my writing style to me

I saw a meme like this for art and thought I would make a writing version. I do not know what my own writing is like, so I would love to hear from anyone who has read anything I’ve written.

//playing URF as Zed

//me

Enforced Equilibrium

~ Indie Shen RP/ask blog ~ OC friendly ~ Semi-selective ~ One-liners, para, and multi-para ~ Drabbles ~ Ionian worldbuilding ~ Mun is 18+

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                                                    THE FINAL MOMENT.

▌✧▐ - He who sought to bring honor to his late father - whose pride was stained and buried into the ground as he was beheaded. That was the last time - the last time when Shen had allowed himself to falter emotionally, physically and mentally. Blue glows flickered slightly as he sat still before his freshly buried father. He took off his mask, the metallic material that covered his features. Biting on his bottom lip, he stayed - laying against the stone, hard gravestone in silence. 

All night, not a word was spoken, his breath remained steady throughout and his gaze focused on the sky above them. Navy blue canvas soon turned into a gradient of azure to bright orange. The stars were no longer visible and the moon became clouded, almost transparent. Dawn was here, but at this moment. His father and Shen were bathed in the lights of the Twilight. They were in between the Night and the Day. This was their moment, and it will be their last moment together.

That was when, tears were evident as they rolled down his cheeks, crystal clear and genuine. Just this once, just this once. Shen was allowed to cry for a moment - perhaps, a minute or two. He was allowed to be weak, foolish and stupid but after this, he had promised himself - that he would take over his late father. Callous digits receded back into a fist as he crumpled, bending over slightly. The ground was filled damped spots, caused by his useless weeping. He was gone, he had accepted it - he had to accept it. 

No one else would be there for him, it was just him left - it was just him and this ghost of a temple. Fresh memories poured into his mind, everything came back to him. It was as though he was swept away by the cool waves of the huge ocean. The pain in his chest was inevitable as he slammed his bare knuckles onto the floor. Scrapes and cuts soon appeared on the flesh of his hand and it hurt - he would never deny it. That was how it was to feel. That was how sadness felt.  The son of Lord Kusho did not stop wailing until the sun began to rise. It was Dawn now, and from this time onwards - he was the Eye of Twilight. He was the descendant, he was the disciple and the heir to the Enforcer of Equilibrium. Shen would continue for his father’s sake, and ideal that was not his. And that was where the difference between Zed and Shen were utterly visible, the Master of Shadows had his own ideals, his own goals - his own emotions. Whereas, for the ninja himself - he had none. He had no direction within his life, no decisions made on his own  and no one in his life. He was no longer ‘Shen’ - he was just simply a warrior that fought for Balance. The Eye of Twilight, that title was just merely… a title.