& ❛ / / ┊✩ THE EXECUTIONER

@pollutedblood

‘ so you WANT to die? and you s e e k my guidance of such matters? do you REALIZE i was the one who turned your beloved away from death? who brought him back from the threshold and breathed into lungs NEW life? what makes you think i would take y o u r soul, and NOT his? ‘

     LITTLE WITCH was the last thing anyone would consider him if they knew him. He’s got mean blood—doesn’t match the resentment in his mouth, the lack of apology in his black eyes. He knows a threat when he’s beside it. He’s a survivalist; has padre’s sense of wild direction, hermanos sense of facing the enemy. His family was all dead but he wasn’t. And he plans to remain so, no matter the softened gaze in the other’s eyes, or the way he gently approaches. 

       ‘GOOD—’cause m’ not looking for trouble.’ 

                             he h a t e s them , the way they PRETEND to be ( normal ) pretend to be WORTH anything . . . he will n e v e r see them as anything more than the s l i m e of the EARTH . ( THEY KILLED HIS MOTHER , THEY ALL D E S E R V E TO DIE ) ❜ too late . ❛ it's within moments that he's by the other's side , cold hard metal of the BARREL of the gun pressed to the witch's side , ❜ start walking , yeah ? ❛ still TOO many people around to get this over with q u i c k & easy ( he should've waited a little longer ) but WHAT can he s a y , he's in a BAD mood .

           ALARM BELLS are ringing LOUD and clear. good looks and good intentions were tempting. the impatience in his dark eyes swirled, twisting something within. “ alright, but you should know, i WILL break your nose so no funny business. ”

    Brujo’s got a headache sprung on him but it’s no matter. It’ll probably only thrum worse now that he’s being bothered by whoever the fuck this guy is. He rolls his shoulders, gaze flitting to the corner. Bikes parked and he’s got his helmet under his arm. He’s starting to think that bad luck follows him like a lost puppy. 

      ‘That sounds vaguely threatening–what? You got a problem with me?’

                        a s o f t scoff & his features SOFTEN , he's still figuring out the b e s t way to APPROACH  this little w i t c h . ❜ course n o t . ❛ reaches up to push a lock of his hair out of his eyes . d a r k strands that conceal m u c h of the eerie DARK blue in his eyes . there is no REGRET in their depths , no a p o l o g y toward the people whose BLOOD he has spilled . . . & he’s not planning on giving THAT  up n o w .

          GOOD LOOKING beng, her mother would say. too much concern and good will to be believed.  when you deal with trouble recognising it becomes second nature for the roma  girl. slender fingers tug at her short skin, head tilted with curiosity. “ and who’s to say you aren’t the BIG BAD? ”