#oliverorpheus

    ❝     oh… fuck.    ❞   have you ever watched that horror movie?  the one where the scared shitless blonde has her back pressed up against the wall and has to inch  s l o w l y  toward the corner turn to check if there’s an axe-yielding motherfucker waiting right there round that god-forsaken corner?  axel doesn’t scare easily. there he is, broadcast building, sauntering down the hall, about to turn the corridor only to be assaulted by a very familiar silhouette, perhaps which has not spotted him yet, but finding an escape route might be moot at the moment.   ❝     fuck. fuck, FUCK.  ❞   swift 180 degree swivel to stride hurriedly back from whence he’d come, nimble fingers SEIZING the puny snot at his flank.   ❝  why is he here?!   ❞   it’s a withered hiss of urgency with a menacing glare that has made braver men quail when he’s cared enough to deliver it, and quail the boy does, sputtering one excuse or another.   ❝    fuck me.  ❞             /.   @oliverorpheus