juxtaposed, in black and white. two sides of the same coin. [you and him] one who sits in the blaze of the sun, the other the darkest of nights (...) blood tastes the same in the never-ending maze of your mouth, filled with barbed wire and wolf teeth: once found deeply in the sheep's leg. so close, so far. flat foot to the ground, weight pulled onto knees when you raise to face him [like a dog starved ...] to devour in an unholy way. to kill in scripture. twenty seconds?
| | antares said, ❛❛ a lot can change in twenty seconds. ❜❜
❛❛ oh? and do tell me what you think will happen in these twenty seconds. ❜❜ your thumb slides across lip, catching crimson and feeding it to the ground. blood finds its way back to the surface, in the cut where his blade got so, so close. deliciously close, you'd argue. ❛❛ don't tell me this is where you hero talk your way into convincing me there's more to life, converting me even. to the good side, right? isn't that what everyone calls it in these types of stories? ❜❜
he doesn't flinch when you crowd him [this is far from how comfortable we've been, with my knees in the dirt and your–] aggrandized in posture. horror shapes itself in your silhouette on the ground, twisting a demonic appearance. ❛❛ suuuuree, @taceturn. there's lots we can do in twenty seconds — the answer lies in what you want to do, hmm? ❜❜ temptation speaks in tongues, rolling into the space between. your voice is nothing but a whisper, faint in the wind.
