“ do you think it’s smart to wander around so much, shin-chan? “
a hand clamps down firmly on the boy’s shoulder, squeezing ever so gently. midori walks around the other’s petrified body as if he were going around back for a party. jovial, tranquil and smooth, it doesn’t seem as if the man has a single worry in the world.
maybe he doesn’t. this place is his stage, after all. a domain delicately constructed from the depths of everyone’s memories to create a perfect misery, so sweetly satisfying in it’s melancholy. the smile remains firm on pale features, his thumb rubbing spine-chilling circles into the liar’s skin. “ i had heard that everyone was supposed to walk around in pairs. is it wise to be alone? you might just die all over again. “
“ unless you were looking for me, of course. “
“ have you figured out how you want to kill me yet? “
( @unholybinds. )
