@deathangeled / azrael sent : oh. you're crying.
𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐘 with a flutter of lashes, frantic to blink away the last bit of moisture that clung to them. ' nah, 'm not. ' where was the harm in willing it to be true? such a tactic had worked wonders for him in the past, and was rather EXHILERATING ; like flipping the bird to the universe, who had thus far always had their back. nevertheless, the watery redness enveloping a serpentine gaze betrayed reality ... as did their sniff which punctuated otherwise dreadfully awkward silence. ' all's well that ends well. ' half finished glass of talisker raised in cheers - except, it hadn't ended well. and here he was, crumpled as a pile of old laundry on the floor of the bookshop ; a place they had decidedly NOT MEANT TO RETURN TO.
' you here to end it then, az? ' the nickname was likely unwelcome, but it settles them ( flipping the bird. to her, to death, to the universe ). ' 'm not opposed, but i won't go quietly. ' does he ever?
