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( 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕖 — ❛·° › x.
⭐️ (or multiple) for a headcanon about our muses;
1. frustration grows like flowers after a rainful night. he doesn’t know what you’re there for. he doesn’t know why you hold onto his secret as if it’s an antidote to some venom you were born with. that’s what makes you alike, you and him — of course, you would know. you’ve always known more than him, and it throws him off. it’s why he sometimes punches walls until he can bleed out any resemblance of you. you anger him. you fascinate him.2. he blocked your number after the first message you sent. there is no use in calling. he wouldn’t have picked up even if you had gotten through.3. he is drunk when he first says he hates you, but you can feel he means it. he spits it out like you are a fever dream that will dissipate, that he can sweat you out if he only tries hard enough. you never go away and he stops expecting you will. 4. never once does he asks why you’re doing this, or what it is you want, or how you know. never once does he ask you anything at all. he knows better than most that the truth has never been pretty — not even once.
