THREE HEADED DOG

don’t tell me what to do   ||   @vengeful-deviant​    ||    no longer accepting.

             ⊱     Ciaran sat in silence, never moving eye contact from the man who had taken a child hostage. His blood boiled, he knew what the man had done, he knew that the state had told the police department to hold him til his trail, but that didn’t make Ciaran want to go in the holding cell any less. He shot his brother in the shoulder- but his brother managed to save one more person before his own wounds were tended to.

                  Jaw locking as his eyes showed unspoken fires and rage. It made Ciaran laugh that the killer in the holding cell was telling him to not scratch at the IV spot where he had given blood earlier in the day. Staring down at the blonde with choice words going on in his head rapidly but none he would say out loud, no, that thing doesn’t get the satisfaction of hearing his thoughts. 

don’t tell me what to do   ||   @cyberlife-sent​    ||    no longer accepting.

     ⊱ he just grunts at his brothers’ suggestion, as he keeps picking at the tape around the IV no longer wanting the tape on his arm- or whatever they were pumping into his body.