#shotones

     Backside comes to collide against the wall behind her, breaths becoming more shallow as she attempts to swiftly calm herself as well as him. “It’s - shit - we gotta. . . just - we can’t pull it out, the bleeding will get worse.”

@shotones​ :  what do you think happened ? 

Head cants rather curiously to the side, cerulean gaze vibrant as it keeps steady upon him. He appears like any other midgardian like herself, but there’s something much elder to him than he shows. Something rather. . .unknown, unsafe even. 

                                 BROKEN    BALCONIES    STILL    SHOW    BEAUTIFUL    VIEWS    ,    ,        the    world    around    them    kept    going    (    turning    and    turning    )        and    brown    hues        WATCHED    IT    ALL    as    rain    poured    down    ,    ,    only    the    ROUGH    GRASP    of    Emmett's    grip    pulled    her    into    reality    -        both    of    her    hands    clasped    on    each    side    of    his    -    muscles    struggling    as    she    PULLED    ,    ,    legs    shaking    as    they    extended    -        (    heavy    breathing    )    and    WHITE    KNUCKLES    ,    ,    bangs    that    stuck    to    her    forehead    dripped    water    into    her    eyes,    ,    covering    tears    as    she    threw    every    last    bit    of    her    strength    into    pulling    him    back    onto    the    platform    -    only    one    hand    letting    him    go    to    cover    her    mouth    as    lungs    CHOKED    BACK    SOBS    ,    ,        ❝        R    -    -    Y    O    U    -    -        OKAY    ?    ?    ❞    the    shaking    hand    signs    in    front    of    her    lips    .        /   /  @shotones​

@shotones​ : you’re making a joke .

❝ begging . . . really? ❞   erik found it funny that anyone would attempt to beg when it wasn’t going to happen to them. sure, it would be a death, but it wasn’t like it mattered. nothing did when hunger came in a blinding wave that couldn’t be ignored.     ❝ how much do you think it will help or do you,  ❞    a pause for a half of second as he ensured his sharp fangs were quite noticeable to the other,    ❝ wish to take their place?  ❞

          𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐎𝐀𝐋 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃,   silence seething as she mulls over the saying.     “ You’re suggesting he’s planting evidence because he wants to be hunted?   For the thrill of escaping? ”     It’s a genuine question,   dark brows drawn into a frown.   Time is terribly FLEETING when one needs it to be fixed,   patience wearing thin slowly but surely ――   and it SHOWS,   even if only to the highly trained eye,   in the way she regards the detective.     “ Would he really risk that much? ”

“It has been a while since you’ve come to see me. What has changed?”