STARTER CALL : @hochrot .
Such a pretty snarl you don today, mister just, pity is that your ire does not extend to your bloodied, dirty hands. ❝ Have I upset you ? ❞ is the loveless croon, disappointment coming to blossom under the haze of a derailed clutch. [ 126, 127, 128, the pulse quickens ]. ( Why this mercy ? ). Eyes flutter close as a mouth carves a partner’s jaw, it’s wordless worship, soothing in the way it’s not, hopeless in the way it has always been known. ( He is no fool to love’s worth ). [ The body shivers, diluted the warmth that once clung to the vessel. The lethality in how rapidly his conscious is fading is indicative to the need to take immediate action in repairing the lacerations that blemished him, lest he be decommissioned ]. But what for in such kind arms ?
Yet his laughter is still cruel in spite the softness, his fingers cling. ( And how does your repulsion wake ! Is it because it’s me ? Or is that your uncalled for regard ? ). [ HIS BREATH QUICKENS ]. Still such a fragile thing we both are.
But he puts it aside. ( What failure you’ve made of me ), Humored eyes strike the guilt found in a lover’s gaze. The note is bland, yet painful and sharp. ❝ The world would be safer without me. ❞ It’s an ugly, combative smile, an insensitive curl to a voice that could never be anything but. ❝ No effort from your part, walking away would be enough to do it, so why don’t you ? ❞
