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The sneer that parts his lips is venomous, violent, vexatious. The gift of his anger is generous and sating a lust for blood only quells the rage for fleeting, phantasmal moments. Fists coated in the lives he’s gladly stolen; no need for weapons when he can feel the life slip away, water down a drain. Khan wants to smile for her, rip out her own anguish and relish it, consume it, but he’ll be content to spit poison.

infinoki AU part 4

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Congratulations my dear, when I went to look for sentences to post I found this barely-begun wip and added all of these sentences to it! Plus a few more! A MIRACLE!!!

Of course, it’s not from any of the wips I WANT to be working on but we won’t think about that

“Mister? Are you alive?”

Still nothing. Dammit. She finally steps right up next to him and reaches out with her booted foot to gently nudge his shoulder.

That elicits a response — if his slight groan, so faint she could barely hear it over the rain, counts as a response.

Whatever, at least he’s not dead.

Bestie: so what do you think of elain and nesta?

Me: