forbidst.
‘mmm – i was just about to ask if that was a gun in your belt or if you were excited to see me. guess we cleared that one up then.’
perhaps it might be prudent to ignore the grin that’s plastered across his face, because lucifer morningstar will never change. one well-placed joke after the other, under the threat of violence or not. besides, bullets only tickle. okay, maybe they hurt a little more than a tickle, but never enough to break the skin.
‘what are you going to do, put me over your lap and spank me? please do – i’ve been a bad, bad devil.’
YOU’RE A BEACON of frustration , exhale is heavy & murky , cheeks tinged cerise , summoning the strength to endure you from high up above. most men yield after a couple threats but you - this kind of persistence can only be supernatural . ❛ i don’t understand how anyone can be this chirpy in the morning . don’t you have an off switch ? ❜ that’s rhetorical - she knows the answer already . brown lashes low , focusing on the brown liquid in her mug , button nose scrunches up . it tastes more bitter everyday . maybe it’s her .
sleeve curls into fist , rubbing the dark circles that frame mocha hues . ❛ please don’t make me teaser you , i just got finished with anger management . ❜ somehow it’s only served as fuel , she’s convinced they just dropped the ball on that one .
















