#silverspxne

  this isn't what smitten looks like.   this is what-- it's not smitten.   fuck you. 

           she can't help it that allison looks            really great in the weird contraption            of clothing she's thrown on her, still            conveniently revealing her legs as            she does whatever she's doing that's            not in bed. which isn't where she            should be in her god honest opinion.

my girlfriend just virtually walked out on me 

        this would've been an easier task if he had fed recently.         but, alas, life never goes down the path clint would prefer         it to. since the path he'd pick for himself isn't one where          he's opening the door to his abode with his back since his         hands are too busy carrying an unconscious bleeding girl.         circle back to the fact that he's hungry, and anybody can         see why this was so not a good idea.

               still, here he is; setting her on the table he had just cleared                from dumb little trinkets he made in his free time. as soon                as he was no longer occupying his arms, he turned away                from her with a look that seemed something between a                 pained and dizzy expression. feeding soon was necessary.                a sneer on his face, he looks back at the girl when she seems                to be making some sort of sound, backing away as his hands                clench into tight fists. he uses the dark as some sort of cape                for himself while simultaneously resisting the urge to growl.                forgive him, his people skills have been lost on him.