#kiillerking

{{  Something small, glowing, pulsing gently between her fingers. Small      bits of something fell from the bigger something, flizzling out as it      spiraled toward the ground. A palm covered the light, as if it were a      candle, the beams shooting down towards the ground.

     Her face was half illuminated, set into a stern frown as she ventured      down the alley, gaze picking at the dark corners for anyone who might      be looking. Her pace was brisk, hurried, though she seemed to glide      along the ground.

     A noise behind her and the light dimmed, the woman turning to the way      she came.  }}

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{{  Up before the dawn, she moves like clockwork, the light beginning to filter through the city as she goes. Get up, take a quick shower, brush teeth, get dressed, and go. 'Kiss Theo before leaving' had become a new addition to the list, one she didn't mind.

     There was a pause, a break, a shift in her normal routine. A sleepy gaze, now curious, turned to him, lips beginning to curl.  }}

                "  Your girl? I'm older than you, you dork.  "

{{  Just a light tease, a short laugh tumbling from her lips. Fingers reach out, taking him by the collar and pulling him in for a kiss, brief yet gentle and affectionate.  }}

[ text ] I just had an epiphany. There is NOTHING TO STOP ME from making cake mix and eating it all instead of making a cake. It feels like my entire life has peaked at this moment.

[ txt ] You.. do know that that's the same as eating raw cookie dough and eating it all can get you sick, right? Because it will.

mouth.

daniel’s lips do indeed fit the bill of ‘plump and kissable’— it’s not hard for someone’s eyes to wander and end up on his smile, for he’s a gentle giant that expresses kindness that can be described as above and beyond. he’s always seen smiling, and if not, there’s always a welcoming presence about him. 

eyes.

     He knew he must keep very still while he waited for the other to show----it was something he had become practiced with over the years. But he wasn't about to deny himself the right to a cigarette, especially when the nicotine craving had his fingers shaking so bad he was barely able to light the end without burning himself, muttering out a curse as he rubbed the burn-tender flesh of an index finger against his coat.

     It wasn't like him to be sloppy like this, especially crouched in an alley filled with dumpsters; but he'd been at it for hours. He hadn't even heard the footsteps passing by him until after he had exhaled with a quiet sigh. Sloppy. Stupid, sloppy. Damn Donny for passing on this one.