ᴄᴏʟᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅs; ᴡᴀʀᴍ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ

     ”it’s my thing.”      but he gets out and      continues to stare.      ”what’s your fuckin’      problem?”

          ❛ Actually, the last time i was considerate, it did get me killed. ❜

     he shot up at the      sound of a voice,      eyeing the girl.      ”make me.”

     brows furrow and she digs      through her bag before shaking      her head no in response.                  ’ n-no, but— there’s a                    p-pharmacy a f-few                   blocks d-down that                    isn’t t-too far —- if                    y-you wanna go get                   some. i—- c-could                    pay. ‘     she feels ever so guilty for      hitting you in the forehead!     she really didn’t mean to,     she swears. 

                  ' no..- no. it's fine just                    forget it.     it  doesn't                   hurt     that        bad. '

            the flower can feel the sympathy             in the others voice.    her   scowl             will  even out eventually,  wiping             the blood from her head with the             back of her hand. -----

                 ' ----- do you at least                   have     a     towel? '

     he was cold and he      thought a bath would      warm him up, but he      thought it was weird      to get naked in a      stranger’s house.

          ❛ Well, what do you want me to do, huh? ❜

     she feels bad. she really,      really, didn’t mean to hit      you—- & especially in the       forehead! teeth sink into      her lower lip nervously.                     ’ i’m s-so—- sorry.                       i w-was— aiming over                       there, and i’ve g-got                        t-terrible aim. f-frick,                        does t-that h—.. hurt? ‘

                ' yeah, i guess. '             she responded like it           was  a  question.  it's           not like  being pelted           in the brain like a bic           feels good. what did           she expect       ---- ?                  ' do you have a band-aid or something? '

      she’s hurled a lighter toward        you in frustration. she’s rather       angry that she hasn’t had her       fix of nicotine. however, she        didn’t mean for it to even come       close to you—- she just has        terrible aim.                    ’ oh— f-fuck!                      ‘m s-so — sorry. ‘

        a  few   heavy  blinks  as  a   hand          reaches toward a lighter smacked         forehead.   if  you  wanted  a  light,         all   you   had    to   do   was   ask,         little girl.   teeth   clenched  as  her         eyes  find  her sniper. ------

                   ' dude, what the hell? '

         ❛ Well, this is me—walking away—as if nothing ever happened. ❜

                  “See, I would. But I’m not the one that put it there.                    You know, cleaning your own mess and such.                    Why not get someone else to do it?”

【 ofdyiing; cruushed; dxmoniic; herdemises; reluctxnt & anyone else. 】 

  lights are flickering, casting uneasy shadows on   bare walls as incorporeal power runs rampant.   he keeps a handle on things usually; keeps it all   cleanly put together in a neat package with nary   a hair out of place. figuratively, speaking. people   didn’t quite realize how unstable the archangel    was.  until now——————

        permanent smirk on his face; lips curling at the         very corners, dangerously so. there was only         one thing he could do when he was breaking         apart like this: kill. to spill blood until he came         back to himself again.  

             ❝ one, two ———————  ❞

  don’t m o v e. agile fingers twitch, practically   itching, aching even, to wrap around a slim   throat. to watch the life drain out of his father’s   most beloved creations. to show that he was   perfect; perfection embodied—- the apex   predator to outmatch them all. 

           ❝ three ———————- r  u  n. ❞

       it was not an abnormality for  shadows to be        casted,  for stairs to creek.  her own shadow,        invisible  as  the  powerless  house  flickered        with lights.  no  power  source  to keep  them         burning bright,  to ward off darkness. there is        no fear.  death  had  already burrowed  itself        into her chest,  making  home  in   her  heart.        only a gulp  as words  graze  the nape of her        goose skinned neck  --------------------                                                in quick movements,   a ghoul of a girl                                                finds  herself  turning around. cold can                                                be seen in the air, -- chilling  bones  of                                                all   living  things,   leaving  nothing  in                                                return. nothing to mourn the inevitable                                                death    walking    these    very    halls.

            “—-you want me to touch him?               No. Gross. That’s gross. You do it.”

        “———-he was dead when I got here.” He wasn’t.