@starincarnates || Started Following You
[╰ ♔ ╮] IN SILENCE AND vexation does he attempt to wield the soft-hearted words and romantic nature of the pages before him - held within a blue-bound book he had been gifted in an attempt to shy his consciousness away from plans of genocide and perhaps toward something entirely different. But poems of love? Of adoration and romance? They were hardly of his tastes and with each stanza mentally devoured he grew further and further into the realms of boredom. Was he truly expected to read and believe such drivel? IT WAS SO swiftly tossed aside, the lack of interest and sheer restlessness in his bones did nothing to aid him on his supposed endeavor. He needed something far more worthy to test his mind with, something less flowered and false.















