♡ « ‹ pressurecooked·‹ MIO.
✿“–No, it’s not that I find it hard to believe, but…” And just when she thought he’d finally given up on her, he came back. That lecherous demon– it’d been so long that she’d nearly forgotten his face entirely. “Couldn’t you have at least knocked? Or warned me in advance? I mean, I didn’t even have the time to prepare any snacks for you!” He still liked powdered donuts, didn’t he? She could faintly remember offering them to him to ward him away from her soul.
“Where were you all this time, anyways? Were you really too busy to pay me any visits?”
❝ .... ❞ lips thin & the gallivanting halts. silver swallows gold at once, gaze unfocused & fleeting; lost within the haziness of the days past. ❝ i went back ❞ swallowing the sourness, the bile, the smile that spills against his visage is no longer empowered. the palm of his hand surfs the bumps of his torso, sleeveless turtleneck bunching up on his wrist. etched into tawny skin were fresher marks of abuse scattered on the older ones, pain hidden as he stares with a purpose this time. ❝ aren’t they lovely, i made sure to keep each & every one as a trophy. ❞ it was spoken without words. he wasn’t strong enough yet. ❝ i don’t suggest you try it though, unless you’re masochistic & you’re hiding it from me, mio. ❞
