Apr 16, 2016
“Where did all of these bruises come from?”
RP starters: Concern.
there’s a moment where she wonders if she left her voice in another man’s pockets, when she FAILS to speak around the walls of her throat. her wrists shake in this stranger’s hands, and she misplaces the concern for something far more volatile than where this mismatched skin came from. eyes blown wide by the FEAR that claws marks in her chest, she watches him carefully.
❛ from where they always come from. w-why do you care? ❜
