Jun 14, 2018
kadara port reminded him of omega, the push and pull between the outcasts and the collective like any other turf war between gangs but things were coming to a tipping point, he could feel it in the air, tension so tangible you could cut it with a butter knife and it all had to do with the arrival of the pathfinder. “ slummin’ it aye, pathfinder ? ” amos asked over the deep bass that made the floor of the tartarus bar throb like a heartbeat under his boots. he looked up over the rim of his shot glass, downing the glowing blue liquid in a single gulp and stacking it over the top of his first. “ you’ll want to stay away from the green bottles, it’ll turn your insides to jelly. ” // @cosmosled ♡’d for a starter
