red hair, blonde hair, only sparkling green hues remain in his mind, sharp with intelligence, arms strong as they fought him. he remembers warmth as he healed, he remembers silent kindness that paved his way &. her death / inevitable, a monster like he was yearning for absolution. is death the only absolution he could ever get ? therapist’s words run through his mind, the act of kindness to be bestowed &. maybe helping someone to not become what he is. ❛ nice dog you got here, ❛ crouching down, leathered covered metal hand scratches through fur, soft smile upon his lips, ❛ what’s the name ? ❛ yelena, natasha’s sister, he knows enough to be careful, he knows enough to be gentle.
@woundsalt : sorry this took me so long ((((((:









