❛ IT’S BEEN BARELY THREE DAYS , PERHAPS FOUR ❜ he stands at an impasse , an alley way guided by carefully calculated footsteps and he’s set aflame the very ground in which they remain comfortably in embers . this wasn’t something i’ll prepped , but the expression dressing upon madden’s features is not that of either malice or even casual compliance but of a man who had clearly witnessed the day’s end and craved it like the junkie hiding in the corner , seeking out his next fix . he’d do him the favor too , if he didn’t have a certain parasite latched onto him . no, this was a long awaited endeavor where world’s collided from past to present and truthfully , madden coyle lived in neither , though he’d be lying if to say he didn’t stare down the damage with a glimmer in his eye. yet there they stood . opposing forces , a ying and yang though the while one could clearly malfunction without the other half , the seemingly darker side would thrive just fine . like an infected limb with no hope of return , he’d need to cut her off before things got ugly . ❛ already , i’m starting to get bored of this game , don’t you think that you can find someplace better to be ? perhaps …. back in new york , at least there they won’t notice the clear brutal expression of whatever that is . ❜ @a-shepard ❤ ‘d for andrea
