#thetimothydrake.

          Different year, same routine. Everything was turning out like almost every other night of the 2050′s. Emma had cornered the newest client—or target, for the sake of more accuracy—into a rather lit alley…as lit as alleys could ever be. Chilly hands were roaming their way up the taller frame, the heat of the human body already making her heart pulse with impatience; impatience for warmth. She knew that, in mere seconds, she’d get it and leave behind nothing but a frozen corpse. At least that was until a voice interrupted them. Flustered and frustrated, the man cursed and pulled away, hiding his face from the other male in an instant. However, the blonde simply smirked at the boy whilst planting her heel against the stone wall and pulling out a cigarette. “What’s the matter, mate?” she wondered whilst lightening it. “Never took a glimpse at some live action before?”( @thetimothydrake )