#; synner

She’d heard him; she simply hadn’t cared enough to listen. He was sick; that meant she needed to take care of him, simple as that. And in all reality, how was she going to catch his food poisoning? Honestly, it was all rather silly. 

[ ✉ Psychopath? ] ...

@salvationinsin;;

          “—It was an accident…”

That wasn’t entirely true. Sure, Ethan hadn’t meant for her to fall in the thorn-filled bushes, but his friends had meant to do something. Though she couldn’t exactly say what that something was, she knew it wasn’t good; the purple mark darkening across her cheek said that much. She really didn’t want to get her brother into any more trouble. He and Syn had seemed to just begin co-existing without homicide on the mind, she’d hate that to come to an end. Then again, she really didn’t want to lie, not to him.

@salvationinsin;;

     “Well, I mean, I tried, but then some guy insulted my hair, so you know…”

@salvationinsin;;

She giggled at the request but complied regardless; holding the injured finger up for him to kiss. It was silly. She got poked by sticker burrs all the time; it wasn’t a big deal. When you laid in the grass as often as she did, it was bound to happen at some point or another. They were more of a nuisance than anything, really,  but still, his care was greatly appreciated; it made her feel special. 

@salvationinsin;;

                    “—Why is that not surprising?”

The statement hadn’t even caused the boy to look up from the math work in front of him. Over time, he’d grown accustomed to Synner’s rather unpredictable personality. At this point, the snowy haired male could literally confess to murder and still, he wasn’t sure that’d be too much of a surprise. Now, that’s not to say he didn’t still freak out from time to time; not that he’d admit it.