threatening was how he got around, especially lately. with everything so tense and dark. with everything on the hinge. he feels the heaviness inside of him. like something of a burn. and he knows he has to back down. strangers are dangerous. but so is he. he takes a step towards her, his eyes never leaving hers. he gives a small shake of his head. “consider it more of a warning.” which he knows is almost one in the same. but he doesn’t want to start any sort of fight. he wants to keep things the way they are. on the edge of something, good or bad. “did you want something from me? or did you only come for the stories?”
@primlfur another thing cont’d
















