Jun 12, 2019
a mess— the damn boy was a MESS and by God’s grace there was no hope that he’d ever change. as he spit a bit of crimson from his slightly battered mouth onto the floor before the other’s feet , azazel was realizing he was becoming awfully BORED with this fight and this situation. he was an immortal , things like this were more so for amusement than they were for legitimate dueling purposes. the dark haired lad would lean back against the wall behind him and gently swallow the sigh at the BACK of his throat. ❛ are we done now ? did you get it all out ? ❜ @singulcrities / based on this.