@rennreblogs | re: open starter.
the devil didn’t apologize for the details he found himself in, and in such, she wasn’t surprised that knocking in the middle of the night always seemed to lead straight into temptation. they said he came as everything you ever wanted, after all, but that mystery was yet to be revealed. perhaps that was the reason for the line in her jaw, the way fingers were actually holding the door frame, but instead curled around the handle of the knife she’d picked up on the way (just out of sight, because we wouldn’t want to be rude). expectant tap of fingertips against her thigh, like an itchy trigger finger, before those features, still voided of emotion on principle finally crinkled, squinting, as if trying to find the right reason for daring to show up at all. “it’s three in the morning.” thank you, mr. sandman. she made a dramatic motion, pretending to lean around to get a better look. “and you ain’t bleedin’ nearly enough to be standin’ there with your mouth shut this long, sugar.”
