FLAY YOU ALIVE

☠┊—┊  fingers combed through dark hair as he walked through the twisting alleys, footsteps falling hard. trevor was young, careless & rather scatterbrained, but he was very aware of his surroundings. "i can hear you back there," he didn't turn around, just kept walking.

☠┊—┊  he was HUNGRY, sickeningly hungry, the kind of hunger that rumbled up through his stomach and made his head spin. the kind of hunger that made his skin hurt and his bones ache. the kind of hunger that made his mouth dry. “shit,” his voice was hoarse and rough as sandpaper as fingers came to rub his temples. sitting at the booth in the back, he was glad that people seemed to be avoiding his little nook today; he wasn’t in the mood to try & sell paintings to ignorant tourists. not today.