unrestrained-chaos:
”You might wanna quit your gawkin’, sweetheart, ‘less you wanna know just how big my teeth really are. You’re actin’ like you ain’t ever seen a giant bloody talkin’ wolf before.”
[ fingers threading through the crimson streaks buried in a mess of ebony locks, she can barely hear the blimps of her pulse as snow edges back. if this wasn’t snow white saviour of the damned, lightning wired into her bloodstream, the words would have skittered out. she rocks on her heels instead, the tips of her fingers coiling around a silver tipped arrow like a dying man lost at sea desperately holds onto a life raft. ] ❝—- - No. I can’t say I have. ❞












