♦ oof
♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank .
HIS ANGER IS ABIDING , HIS ANGER IS A TOMB . nestled in his ribs : a need to get away , dire / settled in his words : a rising vexation , mire . you can count him officially upset . a groan is ripped from his throat when he feels the almost painful pull to his hair . dealing with HIS crippled puppets , broken toys and mouthpieces wasn’t at the top his wishlist . the one constant in his life seems to be strife , at his neck - a knife . in the hush ! of the night , patrick lets out a shaky breath and then another tug prompts a painful bite of sting in his skull . there’s no attempt made to flee , nor fight - for now , he remains .
Q : how long can you keep a wild animal on a leash before it bites ? A : stay and find out ?
❛ so , –– ❜ a cough , the act of cutting off . time is taken to lift a narrowed gaze ‘fore head turns lightly to one side . there are faint traces of genuine interest lacing the next utterance , but , really , it’s quite hard to talk when someone is painfully tugging your head upwards . ❛ you’re the big man’s attack dog ? ❜ there’s a grin daring to tug at his chapped lips ; tone hinting at the supposedly higher expectations held . ❛ thanks for the headache , buddy . NOW : let go before you loose that hand . ❜
↳ @monstrumfed + LOG . accepting .
