Apr 5, 2016
( @disturbedsovl )
⚡ ⟶ smooth, strong digits roam over the plate of yellow sticks that were in front of him, disgust sweeping; they BURNED, tips of fingers wanting to pull away despite the ever-lasting curiosity that brews within. & -- why was the stranger that opposed ( & had offered this in the first place ) suddenly dumping red fluid upon the sticks as if that was NORMAL? was it poison? was this the end for lazarus right here & now? head cocks to the side like a puzzled pooch. ( please do not kill me ).
❛----???❜
