Rereading my stuff to remember my writing style and cringing at the errors and stuff i could have written differently and then I'm slapped with:
–That is up to you.– he coos, his lips curled into a comforting smile.
Lee wouldn't describe it that way though. He sees through Gaara's mask and he knows what really is there behind those eyes. To Lee, it is nothing but a bare-faced manipulation. A knife dulled just enough to make the cut last longer.
It’s not a smile. It’s the slow parting of jaws before a bite. A grin that reeks of blood and patience — the kind predators give when they’re already full but still hungry for the sport.
There’s nothing warm behind Gaara’s eyes. Just cold observation. Like he’s already picturing what Lee would look like torn open.
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Like DAMN! i was cooking with gas for this excerpt. Like, its not perfect but it's pretty good. I'm very rarely proud of anything i do but this is kinda good
Or I'm hallucinating because it's 2am that's also an option















