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⸻⸻⸻ 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 & 𝐑𝐎𝐓 ♡

come in close.  closer     …     @gurlrot​​

"y'real    sick,    yanno    that?"                she    tries    to    stop    her    amusement    from    reaching    her    voice,    but    it's    of    no    use    -        𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚    𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏    𝒉𝒆'𝒔    𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆    𝒊𝒏    𝒔𝒐    𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚    𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆.    he    smells    of    the    woods,    of    cigarette    smoke    and    the    steel    of    a    blade.                (    𝚐𝚘𝚍    𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢    𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜    𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝    𝚑𝚎    𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍    𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎    𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎.    )                lucky    for    him,    it'll    never    come    to    that.                "why    wouldja    wanna    see    that?    me    all..    split    open    like    that.    ya    don't    think    it's--"                𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖘.    𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘𝖖𝖚𝖊.    𝖚𝖌𝖑𝖞.                "scary?"

true  to  form,  he  ignores  her  advice.  he  wishes  he  hadn't:  blood,  from  head  to  toe.  against  better  judgment  he  touches  at  her  arm;  his  palm  is  tacky,  now,  from  redness  half-dried.  it  transfers  the  color  to  his  skin,  staining  it.  and  her?  she's  fine.  unscathed,  it  seems,  from  a  lack  of  any  physical  signs  of  hurting.  that  begs  a  question  he's  not  sure  he  wants  the  answer  to.

❝ So-big words for someone so small! Like being threatened by a cute and tiny little mouse. Hah! What are you going to do, кукла? Douse me in holy water? Exorcise me back to hell? Pfff. ❞

＂have you seen 𝐠𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐝?＂

＂oh, they care about how they're LOOKED at now? how 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜. y'know, if he wanted to fuck me he wouldn't care how i looked at him, YOU can make any stank face ya'want and nobody says a damn thing. 𝙈𝘼𝙉, i gotta start looking for someone who's real hard up for dick. even the playing field a little.＂

𝖆    𝖘𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖙    𝖔𝖋    𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗    𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖘    𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒    𝖍𝖊𝖗    𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊    𝖔𝖋    𝖙𝖍𝖊    𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍    𝖆𝖘    𝖙𝖍𝖊    𝖙𝖎𝖕    𝖔𝖋    𝖍𝖊𝖗    𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖊    𝖜𝖊𝖙𝖘    𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌    𝖕𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗.            "y'wanna    fuck    the    dealer    now?"            he    knows    just    how    to    make    the    possessive    thing    in    her    reach    out    and    stretch    it's    claws.            "he    ain't    much    ta'look    at,    but    at    least    he'd    give    us    a    discount,    mm?"                (    𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍    𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅,    𝒔𝒉𝒆    𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔.)            considering    the    fact    that    her    cheeks    are    now    kissed    pink    and    she's    sat    up    to    focus    a    little    more    attention    on    the    rolling    of    their    joint.            "pick    a    movie    or    somethin'.    i    can't    watch    any    more    chopped    or    m'gonna    dive    head    first    off    the    balcony.    ted    allen's    voice    s'like    that    guy    in    ferris    bueller."                the    poking    of    her    tongue,    a    giggle    before    she    lifts    the    joint    between    them    and    proffers    it    to    him    for    inspection.                "𝚖𝚖𝚖?    𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢𝚊    𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔?"

*grabs u by the throat, shoves u up against the wall* mine. mine. mine

365 Days (2020)