+ kingcult
so y o u n g. so i n n o c e n t. so g u i l t y. sea blue orbs aimed at the ground beneath him as he shuffles , each arm being held by a guard. hands and feet cuffed together. m u r d e r e r. he can hear the word taunting him. over and over and over and over. but he's not. he's innocent. it's roy that's guilty. not him but the other that he shares his body with. and all for some sick fun. all for the b l o o d. he's still as they come to a stop infront of his new cell. he doesn't see any reason to do anything else. there's no way out now. eyes flicker up to watch as they set his things opposite of another inmate. then they flicker to watch them let his limbs free. he doesn't struggle. roy's quiet. aaron's quiet. and then he's shoved forward , surprisng him enough to let a whimper leave his lips. his head turns to glance once more at the guards leaving before they turn back to the stranger. say something. don't make a fool of yourself. something so hard to do with a stammer. so he says nothing.
