#solitvdo

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Militia by SOLITVDO

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Solitvdo -  Hierárkhēs

italian atmospheric Black Metal

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solitvdo:

She leaned against the doorframe, still no emotion to be found in her words or actions, “None of my business, huh? If you say so.” Her eyes caught a glimpse of the almost purple bruise on his hand, and as soon as she saw the slight discoloration, it was as if everything went mute. She didn’t hear the latter’s response (if he even bothered replying to her), nor did what he said matter to her. All that she cared about at the moment was what caused the bruise, and if her father had anything to do with it. Small injuries like this caused Violet to go ballistic on her father, especially if Ezra’s in the slightest bit involved. Before he even managed to pass by Violet, she swiftly blocked the doorway with her arm. “What other tasks did he assign you to while you were away? Was it more than just a delivery?” Her questions were composed of so much worry, yet she managed to keep a rather cold and distant tone.

His immediate response was to click his tongue at her in exasperation and it bothered him even more knowing that Violet was expecting it. She knew of his habits. She knew of him. Ezra placed an arm over her shoulder and pushed the side of her body away, brushing himself past Violet with the same vacant expression on his face since his arrival back home. ''It was a delivery, alright.'' He sat himself down on the couch, lifting his feet onto the tea table; socks dull and clothes unwashed- he took a whiff of himself and couldn't help but flinch. ''A tough one. Cops just don't give up, do they?'' His attempt at humour was cheap at it's best but not even the slightest hint of laughter passed his lips, except for a sigh and only a very faint one. 

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"Ezra," his name was beckoned with such nonchalance, masking how she longed for him in the past two weeks he's been gone, delivering a package for her father, "my father's looking for you. Got into trouble already? You just got back."

”Yeah?” you could hear his panting, but only a little since the rest was swallowed back behind his hands. He had just arrived from a delivery he had to make and she was already ‘mothering him’ (in Ezra’s words because he’s an irritant little shit) but he let it slide. ”None of your business. Just the usual, you know.” He slipped his hands away from his mouth and quickly into his pockets when he noticed a fresh bruise.