"I've decided to make you my new project."
Wicked Lyric Starters
He tapped the top of the blackened cigarette, spilling ashes into the trap below, not yet acknowledging her words - or her - for a moment or two. It wasn’t until he brought it back to his lips did he turn his head and properly look at her, though a response still didn’t come just yet. He was no stranger to silence, nor did he lack for time, after all. Finally, he pulled the cigarette away to exhale smoke with every word, expression as of yet unchanged. “You might be one of the last people I would expect to hear that from.” One arm crosses over his chest, opposite elbow coming to rest on it while he seemed to study her form briefly. “Which prompts me to ask what you mean. And why.”










