Apr 11, 2019
𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋, the blade soars through midair, missing the bridge of her nose by mere centimeters before finding its target. ❝ you’ve got a lot of nerve, showing up here. ❞ breezing past his traitorous sister, he grabs a hard-bound volume from the overturned egg crate passing as a nightstand and thrusts it in her direction. ❝ that’s right, i read it — cover to cover. what? tired of screwing up your own life so you decide to play god with everyone else’s? ❞
closed : @powerfeared / sc
