halfvalued:
eyes remain focused on hers. a once stranger tuned — not quite friends, but not quite enemies either. he wonders what their relationship is sometimes, other times he doesn’t. he’s not sure what brought on this particular staring contest, but he does know : he’s not losing. / @halfgrief·.
intense focus / the tenacity of cold blood . lips do not hold a single quiver . her gaze is frozen , locked , almost dream-like if not for their dangerous spark . it’s with a quick and childish movement that her hands clap in front of his eyes ! ❛ ha, loser . ❜














