THE MOST DANGEROUS THING ABOUT HIM WAS ⸻ HE WAS DANGEROUS. he could hear the boom, boom, boom of their heart with no need to see them. they smelled of gunpowder & blood. no to far off from how linc had smelled on most nights. he PLAYED unaware while he lit a cigarette, enjoyed the spark of fire & the flair of tobacco that burned and created a cascaded of smoke about him. his REFLEX is quick. he moves across the opened mouth of an alleyway, turns sharply, and pivots with a free hand against the brick wall to somersault over the stranger to land quietly behind them with fierce blue hues leering at them. " you got a reason t'be stalkin' me, étranger? "
@ryfang's playlist starter. Kill of the Night by Gin Wigmore.
