.♚.

open  curtains   /   closed  blinds   ;    stray  dog   /   house  cat    ;   people   /   pets   ;   outside /   inside  ;    half-empty   /   half-full  ;     tv   /   radio    ;    sing  /   dance    ;    shoes   /   sandals    ;    cash   /   credit    ;    hike   /   drive   /   fly    ;    casual /  elegant    ;    center   /   corner    ;    sword   /   shield   ;    airplane   /   boat    ;    fizzy   /   flat    ;    garnished   /   plain  ;   extra  salt   /   extra  pepper    ;    spicy   /   mild    ;   record  player  /   digital media    ;    opaque   /   transparent    ;    white  lies /  complete  truth    ;    blunt  /  subtle    ;    loud  /  silent    ;    books  /  music   ;    familiar  /  new    ;    youth /  experience    ;    spoon  /  fork  &  knife   ;    knife   /   baseball bat    ;    space /  ocean    ;   bow  &  arrow  /   blow dart  ;    love  at  first  sight   /   slow  burn   ;    freckles   /  dimples    ;    long  lashes   /   long  fingers    ;   soft  lips  /  sensitive  neck   ;    stubble /   thick  hair ;   slow dance   /   intimate  conversation

      She knows it’s a tightrope walk when it comes to spots of vulnerability. The hand to his neck is regarded suspiciously, his own hovering as though he’s considering snatching her wrist away. Nails delivered pinpoints of sharp pressure to his skin, something he can enjoy more than the feeling of his ability to breathe lessening. He takes it in stride. 

      Courtney could have attempted to slit his throat, and he would not have moved until the very last second. 

      Ghetsis bends to make up for her height, something in the back of his mind noting the ache in his spine but balancing it out with the reward from the action. She’s become increasingly more bold with how she shows her affections, moving to teeth and claws and rough demands. His prosthetic grabs her waist, as gentle gestures have clearly been tossed aside. He now is not obligated to hold concern for what would bruise and what wouldn’t. His throat will show the fine imprints of her grasp for the next few hours. 

      It was a testament to his infatuation, the way he allowed her to command his attention– the way he gave it. In some ironic motion, his other hand brushes her cheek with genuine fondness, despite the way she snapped at him. 

      Bleed he does. 

when i say his blog is actually fucking cursed everyone thinks I’m joking but not only did it freeze my mobile app, refuse to log me on, shut my browser every time i tried to edit anything; it also had the queue literally break so the same goddamn cowboy meme posted for like a week and a half on repeat when I was unable to log on and stop it

     There’s a suspicious pause.

      ❝ Valuable. Rich in technology and information. A fool could see that. ❞

      For a moment he just stared, uselessly holding one half of the cane in each of his hands. Perhaps he wasn’t expecting Cyrus to do something that bold right in front of him. His eyes narrowed sharply and his lips pulled themselves into a snarl. 

      ❝ You little rat. ❞

      ( YOU FOOL. YOU’VE SIMPLY GIVEN HIM TWO WEAPONS NOW. )