GOD'S FAVOURITE PARTICLE

𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘖𝘕 𝘔𝘠 𝘞𝘖𝘙𝘒𝘚, 𝘠𝘌 𝘔𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛𝘠, 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙍.

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𝗥𝗘𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗧𝗘 ↳ @do0ms ✧ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦

There's something...not quite forbidden, but unprecedented about the way they do things. A nicer word for what it really is—unprofessional. But it's easy to forget about that when she smiles at him and invites him inside, crossing a threshold he didn't know was there until he's stumbled through it, trying not to trip over his own two feet and ruin the surprise he'd spent several hours trekking through high tide and BT infested hillocks to see a girl about a date pizza. About a pizza. That's all it is. It's just pizza.

"I dunno about a knight," Higgs admits, a bit too quick and eager to set down the rest of the bulk he carried with him. The timefall thundering in the distance certainly makes for an easy excuse as to where he is and why he won't be back anytime soon. "But I, uh. I s'pose I do my best to try and be chivalrous."

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𝗥𝗘𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗧𝗘 ↳ @do0ms ✧ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦

“The old days,” Higgs echoes, every syllable drawn and quartered, dragged across the sand beneath their feet. There is a memory of who he was, who he used to be. A name he can't quite recall, lost in the ebb and flow of the tide. He could remember it if he tried, but he doesn’t want to. That bony-ribbed boy eager to earn his place in such a cruel and unforgiving world. She saw something in him, in the man he used to be, and every once in a while it slips through the cracks of this pretty little lie he’s constructed. And for what? The end of the fuckin’ world? A preordained cull as inherent to this world as the cycle of life and death itself? You can’t kid a kidder forever, even if that kidder is you. 

Still, there’s some merrit to this newfound purgatory of his. An allowance, if you will, alloted by the powers that be, and at her request, no doubt. He can't find it in himself to blame her for that. Not right now. He probably would have done the same, if he were her. Hell, there might even be a part of him that knows he deserves every bit of this miserable ordeal, but he's still too proud to admit to it. It'll take more than a gun to prove himself an honest man...but not by much.

"Is that why you're here?" Higgs says after awhile, a half gaze too afraid to look her in the eye. It's easy to get lost here, in the sand, in the waves, the Beach still teeming with unlife just beneath the surface. He wonders if they'll drag him down into the depths, where they'll carve out a space for his coffin. Buried in the sand, in the waves, in the tar pits. Accompanied by the sound of waves and wailing for all eternity. "To commiserate about the good ol' days?"

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𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘓𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘓 𝘚𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚 𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘊𝘏 𝙁𝘼𝙍 𝘼𝙒𝘼𝙔 . . .

AN INDEPENDENT, HIGHLY SELECTIVE AND MUTUALS ONLY PORTRAYAL OF HIGGS MONAGHAN FROM HIDEO KOJIMA'S DEATH STRANDING & DEATH STRANDING 2: ON THE BEACH AS DELIVERED BY LION 🦁 FOLLOWS BACK FROM TOPSHELFPERVERTS.

A STUDY IN: THE CYCLE OF ABUSE, DELUSIONS OF GRANDEUR, END TIMES AND FALSE MESSIAHS, THE GOD PARTICLE, THE GHOST IN THE MACHINE AND THE PENULTIMATE CRUELTY OF MAN

THIS BLOG WILL REGULARLY FEATURE CONTENT THAT CAN BE CONSIDERED DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT AND IS SHIP EXCLUSIVE WITH DO0MS' PORTRAYAL OF FRAGILE

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