❛ would it really kill you if we kissed? ❜
BADLANDS STARTER MEME / OPEN.
the question tumbles out of credence’s mouth and settles in his ears like LEAD. it does nothing to quiet the roar of frustration building beneath the cage of his chest when he wants to lash out, strike him for such an idiotic question — how could he stoop to such a level, such a level of irresponsibility, to allow him to even consider the option with so little more than an afterthought?
but his palms curl against his sides, buried beneath leather, layers against the bitter cold and credence’s naive, childish yearnings. how he can blame him, he isn’t sure, when such an attachment was the goal all along. these few moments have always been so MALLEABLE. so easily manipulated with even threadbare gestures, so perhaps the inclination may prove a blessing in disguise.
though, as he considers it, searching credence’s face in hopes of finding some hint of sarcasm, something other than the open HONESTY glaring him so harshly in the eye, his heartbeat drowns out the acidic sound of his own acrimony. ❛ —- don’t be asinine. ❜