#honeymarked

//. @honeymarked→ ❤︎.

• ||  “ and what if I don’t. “ the young girl challenged. “ don’t be stubborn about this, you promised me you’d go shopping with me! “ she whined a little, taking a few small steps towards the older girl. “ i won’t ask for anything else, i promise! “

     something inside pup S N A P S—the pale and bony fingers wrapped tight around max’s neck l o o s e n slowly, his clenched jaw unwinds slowly—the ominous red GLOW that replaced the blue irises fade slowly back to the colour of the ocean. he’s finally realizes what he’s D O N E—pure horror dawning on the previous animatronics face as his fingers drop from max’s neck. he can already see the bruises blooming—and there is nothing pup hates more in the world than HIMSELF right now. “ i-i’m... “ he chokes on his own words, pushes himself off max and a w a y as violently as he possibly can muster with his fleeting strength. he feels sick to his stomach—staring max down as he pushes himself further and further away. “ oh god, i-i’m... “ a monster—that’s what he WANTS to say—but the words never actually reach his lips. “ i’m sorry. o-oh god, i’m so sorry. “ it doesn’t make anything BETTER—but the apology still sits heavy on his tongue. “ i’m sorry. i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry. “

     the siren’s look s o f  t e n s at the sight of the older girl smiling at her, heart actually skipping a beat in her chest. “ you have a very pretty smile, friend. “ a pale hand reaches up to place on the wall of the shield keeping her captive, wanting absolutely nothing more than to actually reach out and touch the girls face. she’s so touch-deprived, she’d give almost anything just to bump shoulders with somebody. “ and that was a very bad joke... “

     “ c’mon, what are you even doing anyways ? “ she keeps her voice barely above a whisper, knows rhys ISN’T sleeping—but just in case. “ you makin’ sure i ain’t dead ? “ she chuckles, and rhys can probably hear the laugh rumble deep in her chest.