#tyler.

hah. must be his lucky day.

( even though deep down tyler knew he– he wouldn't have transformed here. couldn't. he– there's anger, yes. and there's hatred too, so much of it, just simmering under his skin, burning hotter particularly around the scars she left on him, but he— he couldn't, could he ? even if the image of finishing her off is so, so tempting. none of these people should... they aren't his target, is all. and he wouldn't want dad to— not that dad's around. of course. and that's another anger tyler couldn't speak about, nestling under his ribs, throbbing and throbbing and throbbing— )

❛⠀knew i smelled some disgusting wet fur somewhere.  ❜ he smirks as he's pressed there against the wall — like he's won. like she couldn't very well dragged him to the public and throw his ass back where he'll be locked up again. ❛⠀c'mon. you're not gonna kill me here, are you ? think about what they'll think of nevermore, enid. are outcasts really just monsters deep down inside ?  ❜