* ruvyzvat

ruvyzvat // MIDFIGHT MASSES

( character / art belongs to dokkidoodlez )

› ; .             𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐊 regardless of how lopsided the blinds remained on the church’s backroom windowpane, askew just like the morality severed from injustice. white washed eyes blinked away the grogginess of a disgusted hangover, the putrid scent of backwashed drink still lingering on both tongue && breath. ( revolting. . . ) ruv shook his shoulders as he shimmied up to a proper sit from his slump against the wall, bed abandoned somewhere between the hours of depressants && the blackout. what even turned him to use? it wasn’t like him.

             that’s when he caught the blur in his peripheral, his door jarring open to let a similar frame hang from the other side. oh, his double — at least someone he’d let slide seeing him in a stupor like this. bile rises && burns the back of his throat as a lowly mitt rises to greet the other silently. lights dance && slur his vision as the taller squints through the spilling sunlight now hitting his eye-line, gruff wrinkling in a sneer. ❛ - the sun should bite me. - ❜ attention returns to the blatant entry, almost having forgotten that his doppel even existed mere feet away from his discarded vice.

› ; .             𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 seems to drag as ruv takes in a slow inhale, body rigid from being subject to another visitor to the church. alright, nothing too extreme ; it’s like talking to a mirror, only the main disadvantage is the reflection can talk back. a glove moves to gently palm his chin in thought, a murmur ushering out minor cusses that could’ve carried on the wind had there been any beyond their bated breaths. better to explain the small attachment to his leg now rather than later. his lone eye trails back to meet the guest’s gaze with a twitch of his cheek.