#sherage

me at the clowns in my inbox

this is antiblack

he still views it as a win

it’s never been easy to let people in. even when they were kids, leto had to work to understand what in the world his sister would think about. even before everything happened –– but, mostly since. since someone reached down her throat and pulled out her heart and replaced it with something cold and unfeeling except for near-constant fear. fear that an unholy, familiar face could walk out of any store and reach out his hand and she would be able to do absolutely goddamn nothing about it. nothing, despite the protective wall of horrible rumors she’s built around herself, despite training nearly every day for three years, despite practicing brute strength on unsuspecting scumbags and beating them until they’re unrecognizable (and also dead.) no one will touch her without her permission – no one will survive if they do. the sudden touch from n’diya sends her brain into immediate alarm bells, sends the blade up her sleeve into her hand and into the back of n’diya’s shoulder as hellhound writhes with as much strength as she can muster ( which isn’t enough. it’s not remotely enough. ) even as the blade twists, the hold doesn’t break; she hates how comforting and terrifying it feels at the same time, hates succumbing to weakness – a furious yell rips its way from her throat as she drives the blade deeper.  . . . it has been four or five years since someone has hugged her. touch means a punch to the face or a kick to the sternum to wind her. it means bruises. it’s violent. it’s fatal. so she has learned to meet it with violence in turn. hellhound’s hand relaxes on the knife’s hilt, her head dropping onto n’diya’s shoulder. her voice is hoarse after her trapped-animal screams, body weak after her writhing, and – all that’s left is weariness. ❛ why? ❜ n’diya has to have heard what they’ve been saying. the horrible words hellhound herself curated, that mold and evolve until the public sees her as little more than a thing to stay away from. it’s what she deserves, she – ❛ i don’t deserve this. so why? ❜

ASIODHASIDHASIUHDSIAHDN UISHD   cute......

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