#sm-13s

[gospul]

❘ ❘ ❘ ⁺‧˚ 𓂃 ཐ @sm-13s ⁽ 𝓢imon ₎ ཋ -> 🦇 ˚₊‧ ⁽ 𝓠. ⁾ " what's wrong with you? look at me. "

𝓣HROAT CONSTRICTS AROUND TONGUE OF MOLASSES,      cecily's   bowed   face deliberately   curtained   by   a   cascade   of   brunette   locks.      the   air   in   her   lungs   feels   THICK      𖬺      acrid,      soma   crying   out   from   every   corner   of   her   being   with   thirst.        ❛ ❛ DON'T. ❜ ❜         a   sharp   exhale   as   he   reaches   for   her,      tone   bordering   on   cruelty   with   her   urgency.      nails   curl   painfully   into   armoire's   edge,      wood   threatening   to   splinter.      she's   careful   to   keep   her   head   down,      every   ounce   of   willpower   used   to   suppress   the   fire   of   agitation   stoked   behind   her   ribs.        ❛ ❛ cover   that   up.      now. ❜ ❜         bitten   out,      jaw   rolling   as   the   stench   of   simon's   blood   permeates   through   the   room.        ❛ ❛ NOW,      simon.      fucking   go.      please, the   bathroom. ❜ ❜         one   hand   makes   a   stern   gesture   towards   her   bathroom,      where   he's   expected   to   find   her   first - aid   kit.        ❛ ❛ — in   the   linen   closet. ❜ ❜         she   can't   do   it   herself,      it's   been   too   long   since   she's   fed properly      [   ...   ]      𖬺      he   smells   too fresh.      she   can   hardly stomach   being   in   the   same   room   as   his fallible,   porous   bandages,      much less   bring   herself   to   look   at   them   up   close. dark   veins   churn   under   her   eyes,      nostrils   flaring   as   she   suppresses   another   wave   of   sheer   instinct.

[gospul]

❘ ❘ ❘ ⁺‧˚ 𓂃 ཐ @sm-13s ⁽ 𝓢imon ₎ ཋ -> 🦇 ˚₊‧ ⁽ 𝓠. ⁾ " oh no, i am not going fucking anywhere. "

JAW ROLLS      𖬺      TENSES,      a   sliver   of   discomfort   that peeks   through   her   carefully   crafted   poise.      direct   challenges   come   rarely   at   her   age,   her   repute      —      𖬺      simon's   spitten   words   lay   an   undeniable   weight   upon   the   room.      heat   seethes   behind   her   ribs      [ ... ]      not   a   sudden   rush   of   flame,   but   the   slow,   DREADFUL PROMISE   of   it.     (   if   he   believes   your   festering   affection   will   be   of   any   mercy   right   now,      he   is   mistaken.   )      cecily's   composure   hums   with   the   strain   of   containment;   a   wire   drawn   so   fine   that   it   sings   before   it   s n a p s.        ❛ ❛ simon. ❜ ❜         purr   carries   a   razor - sharp   edge,   pale   fingers   coiling   around   stairway   banister   a   bit   tighter.      it   creaks   —   fine   wood   protesting   under   inhuman   grip.        ❛ ❛ i'm   only   going   to   say   this   once. ❜ ❜         woman   descends   a   single   step   towards   the   man   in   her   foyer,   dark   skirts   kissing   her   heels.      filament   of   SEVERITY   sits   taut   between   them,      tension   thick   as   the   blood   of   his   loathed sea.        ❛ ❛ what's   down   there      [ ... ]      what   you   think   you've   found      —      is   not   meant   for   us. ❜ ❜