He looked at the female with narrowed eyes, a small huff of breath escaping from him as he rolled his eyes and shakes his head in disbelief. She’s not real, he knows this. But he doesn’t want to test it out, doesn’t want to try and touch her and feel disappointment. “What do you want from me?” He asks, voice torn with emotion he’s not ready to put a name to. He’ll probably never be ready, admittedly. / @beavtyandgrace originally liked this starter from forever ago.













