❝ oh… fuck. ❞ have you ever watched that horror movie? the one where the scared shitless blonde has her back pressed up against the wall and has to inch s l o w l y toward the corner turn to check if there’s an axe-yielding motherfucker waiting right there round that god-forsaken corner? axel doesn’t scare easily. there he is, broadcast building, sauntering down the hall, about to turn the corridor only to be assaulted by a very familiar silhouette, perhaps which has not spotted him yet, but finding an escape route might be moot at the moment. ❝ fuck. fuck, FUCK. ❞ swift 180 degree swivel to stride hurriedly back from whence he’d come, nimble fingers SEIZING the puny snot at his flank. ❝ why is he here?! ❞ it’s a withered hiss of urgency with a menacing glare that has made braver men quail when he’s cared enough to deliver it, and quail the boy does, sputtering one excuse or another. ❝ fuck me. ❞ /. @oliverorpheus
