MONOCHROME MELANCHOLY.

u have rick astley i have george michael this is what quality is

     gives a sharp yelp as his face is HIT. didn’t expect it at all, can feel   the popping of his      jaw as his head dangles. caresses the injury with the tips of his      fingers,    eventually       pressing into the forming bruise so he can spark the shocks of PAIN he enjoys so much.      glances up at the taller, eyebrows raised - silent invitation to hurt him again if he  wants.

“ i’ve been SPOOKED plenty. ain’t no shame in that. everyone got SOMETHIN’ that spooks ‘em ! “ his something ( s ) happen to be fire, flying bugs, and SILENCE. but that’s only for himself to know. head cants; angry ? how does he get when he’s angry ? thinks about the times tucker has MADE HIM MAD. thinks about all the TANTRUMS he’s thrown.  “ if I’M angry, i yell. n’ throw stuffs n’ sometimes, i bite. once i got SO ANGRY i bashed my boy’s face against the floor. “ a pause. “ — what’cha do when YER angry ? “

❛      well ... not if you’re a little girl ... or the elderly, sure.      ❜     there’s a quiet chuckle emitted. always been one to wear away self - esteem one small comment at a time until people are completely dependent on his approval. 

it’s taking the other some time to think, so rhian expects an interesting answer.      ❛     yeah?? harsh.      ❜      actually : fucked up. he does that to people he cares for?? the fact that he’d maul his newest infatuation for rejection doesn’t register.