"i warned you. whatever happens next is your fault." / charles to atticus
'I WARNED YOU'
ah. there it was; that bitter taste of lividity that atticus craved so much. he welcomed this sudden, overwhelming taste of desperation. he felt a cold chill dance across his spine as he forced himself to stay rooted where he stood. ❝ is that a threat, or a promise?? ❞
this wasn't a game anymore. this wasn't something that atticus could punch away into oblivion. the things his own BROTHER was asking of him. to think about and to do. it was heresy. the demi-god shifted, his shoulders rolled && seemed to enlarge the tiniest bit. ❝ run along back to crazy, kay?? i'll be here when you come to your senses, brother. ❞