Apr 9, 2018
( @glacadoir liked for a starter !! )
“ verdammt. “ the angel breathes out, a gloved hand reaching up to wipe at the steady stream of blood flowing from her nose. abandoned somewhere in the payload’s path, angela has been trying to push herself off the ground for god knows how long. she feels so WEAK, a hacking COUGH leaving her tumbling back to the cement. she hears footsteps—and a small part of her almost WISHES it’s an enemy that’s come to finish her off for good. but her body if LIFTED from the small pool of her own blood she’s been writhing in, a quiet moan of pain leaving angela’s lips.
