#immitisx

yAY HOORAY WOOHOO U LUCKY DUCK COME TO MY ASK SO WE CAN ARRANGE UR PRIZE THANGS YES WOOHOOOOOOOO

      ❝— - uh... don't freak out, but I think you’re bleeding.❞

                  “Psst. Mason. Quick —— pretend we're having a riveting conversation before I get whisked away for another freaking dance.”

     Staring at her. He's staring at her as if there is no one else in the world ---- because there isn't. The walls are white and high. Nothing but the smear of blood and cruel words here. Hand prints. Finger prints. Identity keepers. But they've stolen theirs.        Shaking. He's shaking across from her as if there is nothing else to do in the world ---- because there isn't. There aren't any cuffs here this time. No, not at all. It's even better to watch them become confused. Like animals. Like confused, little ticking time bombs. The perfect damn weapon to defeat a mockingjay.        Phantom waling like the wind screaming. That's what he's doing now. Head cocked back in writhing pain. Such contortion. The kicking of a good leg and the curl of a lost one.         "I CAN TAKE IT. I CAN. YOU DON'T--" And he's screaming again, sobbing. He's reduced to nothing but a wet, sobbing mess. Finally, he's silenced after too long. There's not much left to do but lay there in pure shock. Damnit, he's still fighting. And he's not going to stop. Go ahead and kill him now, because it'll only add fuel to the fire. But they won't.                                           Oh God how does anyone get to Heaven from here?        "Johanna.." He croaks through cracked, dry lips. Even those are bleeding. A hand outstretches across his part of the room and it's nowhere near hers, but it's there. Begging. What was anyone supposed to do?

      "Forgive a man for staring, m'lady," the Telmarine began, "but I'm not certain I've seen you in these lands before."      

does that mean i can't curse around u

1) nO U I CAN DO THIS ALL NIGHT 2) UR KINDA RITE TBH I MEAN HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO BE BFF WITH ALL U WITHOUT DA OOC