unprompted || always accepting

Ghost took the skull in his hand. For a moment he wondered if it was real, but its weight and texture quickly assured him that it was not a theatrical prop. His eyes wandered to Xayah, he evaluated her for a moment, thoughts about whether she killed someone to get it or maybe found it on some old cemetery wanted to run through his head? Or maybe it was just a very good fake.

No.

He didn't know her long, but he knew her well enough to know that she was capable of that. It didn't scare him, it didn't even cause a slight shiver. However, another thought immediately came to the forefront, which he had to say out loud, it intrigued him too much. He looked her straight in the eye and asked in a heavy tone.

"Did you kill someone especially for me or did you dig it up from your dusty collection?"

And inside he hoped that the first option would be the true one.

❝ do you think you can def⸻ ❞

❝ you , where your clothes at ? ❞

1 hour piece <3 Do not repost or use without my permission