󠁪 󠁪 󠁪 󠁪* 󠁪𝖙𝚑𝚎 𝖗𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗

i know i am not good for you, but please let me be selfish enough to have you.

i know i am not good for you, but please let me be selfish enough to have you.

you're looking at me all weird. why are you looking at me like that .

heaven’s full and hell won’t have me.

His eyes flit between Spencer and the end of the alley, as he contemplates surrendering habit for a new approach. His vehicle’s on the easternmost side of the motel anyway. Fuck it, he throws his hand up. “Whatever you need me to do …” Keeping his weapon ready to deploy.

His eyes follow her past. It’s not like he hadn’t considered that. He’s really not even sure why he put himself through all of the trouble to find a way to contact her. She could handle herself, couldn’t she? “You can’t.” He shakes his head and follows, but the gun —

He can hear the knock as clear as the rhythmic drum of her heart nearing. He’s surprised when he doesn’t meet the muzzle of her gun before her face but thankful for her keen judgment. They don’t have a lot of time before that thing on the other side of the building forces —

“ do you believe in god ?” yes , please , stop . there's so much blood .

you got a taste for blood when you were licking your own wounds.

pretty & mean.

༒ To borrow a trick from an old 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 ──[He reaches out his hand, which holds a large gold coin]── 𝑾𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 picks up this coin gets to 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆. Now, which of you magnificent bastards wants to join 𝑴𝑬? ❞

The dark lot is crawling with activity. According to his scope, some figures are warm, human. The remainder of shapes lack heat signatures entirely, appearing only as shadowy voids. He glances briefly at his phone as it lights up before directing his sight towards the —