#darkcholer

[middlerusso-blog]

❝    NOX ,   MY  MAN                             ❞      furrowed   eyebrows ,    narrowed   eyes .    she’s   unimpressed   at   best .    ❝     the   next   time   you  creep  up   behind   me   like   that ,   I’ll   pummel   you   to   death .    not  even   exaggerating .     ❞       /   @darkcholer   ♥

[inosant-blog]

with  a  slight  turn  of  her  wrist   ,   the  hand  connected  disappears  completely    !       she  stands  before  him   ,   a  look  of  triumph  overtaking  her  features    ;    this  light   -   bound  girl  strives  to  impress  her  antithesis       ----------------       to  prove  that  she  be  the  better   .        ❝     isn’t  that  just  amazing    ?       you  can  barely  even  see  the    outline    of  my  fingers    !    ❞

&    /    .    @darkcholer

[coldgirled-a]

@darkcholer.

“   anyone   ever   tell   you   you   look   like   one   half   of   the   blues   brothers   ?   you   know,   because   of   the   dark   shades   you’re   sporting.   “   

[darknicotine-blog]

‘     —   ‘n if i don’ feel like    movin’ on,   ‘ere ?    ye gonna make me,   are ye ?     ’     too often,   and without provocation,   he gets like this  :  he sniffs out violence like a stray dog after scraps of meat.    unruly.    looking for an excuse.     ‘     let’s fuckin’ ‘ave it,   then,   ye prick.     ’

@darkcholer   /   con’t.

[yasiros-blog]

❝      It’s    you    …      ❞    Fingers     of     a     mild     bronze     spliced     at     the     palm     and     procured     a     tanned     saddle     bag     —     OCCIDENTAL     in     its     adornment     and     cut    .     Lined     with     ten     thousand     euros    ,     its     internal     cover     weighted     it     in     SILK - WORM     robes    ,     sleek     and     faint     to     touch    .       ❝       Thank you    ,     for     being     so     discreet    .      ❞

*       &     @darkcholer

[middlerusso-blog]

“You’re gonna get us caught.”

ruptured   ego   /   flared   nostrils .      her   pride   at   stake    as   the   keys   jingle   as   her   lithe  fingers   sift   through   them .    the   torchlight’s   blaring  illumination   their   greatest  danger .    one   lock  -  one  key .     a   job   that   required   patience ,    a   trait   the   girl   lacked .      a   glare   shot   towards   her   companion ,      his   anger   perhaps   justified   but   god  forbid   she   were   to  show   she   accepts   her   lack  of  expertise !          

❝                 OH  YEAH ?    well ,   not   everyone   has   a  six  by  six  vision    &   can  work  with   a  blanket   of   shadows   around  them ,    slim  shady !    ❞       cue   the   bunch  of  keys   thrown   towards  him   with  spite   dripping   from   her   poison - laced   tongue .      ❝   here,   why  don’t  you  give  it  a  shot ?   ❞    

@darkcholer​   /    accepting.  

[vinewinding-blog]

‘wow ,  you really want my dick’

kai voice: i mean, if ur offering.............