@corimare asked : ❛ i might ease your wound. ❜ / nosferatu starters
he bristles. the silence that follows lingers heavily between them, dark and foreboding.
❝ my wound is as you expressed : . . . mine. ❞ he speaks slowly; bitterness consumes his words, each measured syllable dripping with venom. ❝ it is not yours to ease. ❞













