❝ How you turned my world, you precious thing. ❞ ( uwu )
labyrinth meme.
“——— i wonder what people must think.”
( it’s said conversationally ; meant in a congenial sense, despite the fact that he was wrist deep in a man’s chest cavity. how they’d slaughtered family, a lovely couple with three b e a u t i f u l children, just a few moments prior — and she was talking like they’d flipped each other’s worlds on its axis ————
———— for each other.
and they had, really. it shouldn’t be a surprise to him, after all these months in close contact. after all this time where they were companions, partners in crime ; something like f r i e n d s , if they could ever consider that for each other. if they could ever stop nipping at each other’s heels, force each other to submit at the worst of times —————————
arms lifted out of the temporary vice they’d situated themselves in. palms wiping themselves on already bloodstained jeans —— thankfully not a pair he held more dear than others —— before he was lifting himself to his full height. nary a blink in the direction of the bodies scattered around him as he ambled his way toward the woman he’d chosen to keep close, despite their multiple hindrances ——— ——— or, rather, discrepancies.
smoothing fingerpads down the apple of her cheek, he couldn’t help but level that congenial smile in her direction. though there was more serenity, more sincerity in the way he stared at her with glassy, red-tinged eyes. )
“what a picture we must make, my dear.”