Aug 13, 2017
@euphoriatus
“Kenna---” the name left his seethed tongue in a low hiss, bruised and discoloured knuckles rasping against the glass of her bedroom window. He could see her through the sheer of her white curtains; slight frame cocooned in a comforter, hair the colour of honey cascading. He knocked a little louder to grab her attention from where she lay curled on plush fabric. “Kenna, open the fuck up..” Adrenaline hammered his heart, but the rare inflection of fear piqued his tone, breathless as an arm came up to wipe sweat and blood that didn’t belong to him off his brow.