* [ RAFAEL MENDOZA / @mayantm / CONT. ]
❛ yes. ❜ he simply spoke , retrieving the weapon from their friend’s skull. rafael took a moment to watch the life fade from their eyes. fuck , how could they have been so stupid ? there was not much else to say. it had to be done , it was at their request before they completely turned into a rotter. he hands judith the ice pick , a handy weapon in times like these. ❛ go get the shovels , i’m going to fix them up a bit. ❜ burying his friends no longer phased him , though there were a few times he had shed tears so at least he was still human.
never has description of ‘QUIET’ –––– or, frankly, anything remotely akin to such a considered trait ––––– been bestowed upon her. though she’s proved such, trembling digits baring about the handle of the crimson stained point. STILL MOVES, despite of the concern that’s knit into her brow, the uncertainty, and turns on her heel. ❛ right. okay. sorry. ❜ the shift from stillness to solemnity is evident. CRESCENDO OF SHEER STILLNESS BECOMES DEAFENING. the weapon is cold betwixt her fingers, still corroded with the freshness of the other’s brain. SO, YOU WATCH OBSERVE / CONCLUDE. she steps forward, it was truly a mistake, placing a hand soft to his shoulder. there may had been a boundary, maybe, but her brows curve and perks/ ❛ you you okay ? cause . . . if not, i mean. you know. ❜