perignotus:
❛ I think you only have yourself to worry about impressing. ❜ She leans forward, chin in hands with girlish enthusiasm, eyes burrowing into him while thin lips twist upward into a smile. Oh how she loved to poke and prod. She’d find old wounds, she’d open up new ones if she had to anything to get a rise.
❛ oh yeah, huh? then who do you have to impress? a bunch of corpses lying around that share your same since of morbidity? or my ALTERNATE SELF? the one you like so much before even talking to? ❜ he narrowed his eyes, pursing his lips. ❛ dunno if you’re her TYPE. we’re the same person anyways. ❜













