#hiredkills

    early morning drew the curtains back, stirring up dust in its wake  ;  little stars reflecting kaleidoscope patterns onto a pristine ceiling, cobweb free.  he’s always up at this time when the faintest navy shades are still busy rushing for their hideaways, to be replaced instead with that brazen glow, diluted amber  &  peach.  today is different, though — benji wakes with the comfort of another soul in the house and while he isn’t used to it  (  for the sudden movement of shadows startles him out of his coffee laden daydream  )  he’s happy.

❛      ------      oh  no       !          ❜      concerned  expression  delineates  her  features  upon  closer  examination  of  the  other.         ❛      are  you  sick       ?        would  you  like  me  to  HEAL  you        ?        ❜          (       or  y’know,              you  could  let  him  recover  like  a  normal  human  being  persephone       !        )