𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐧

⠀⟢ ⠀،، 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯. . . . sᴏ ɪ ᴡᴏʀᴇ ʜɪs sᴋɪɴ. . .~ ،،

⠀ ⠀ ❪ ?!?!— he was ready to FIGHT , but stance shifts immediately upon seeing who just nudged him . eyes wide , excited . ❫ OH DARLING -— ‼️ ⠀ ⠀

——— room for anyone who thinks deliberately being cruel to someone else is a good way of life. No matter if there is trust or not.”

⠀⠀ Appreciated. ( Cue the neck crack ∗ ) ⠀⠀

“Then make it un-complex.” The ruby hues of his eyes darkened slightly from irritation. “Because typically, issues don’t form without reason. And if you claim that you just simply have them without cause, then you’ll never be happy.”

⠀ " my my —— you sure can, but be aware… do not start anything you can’t finish it… " ⠀

“Ah, finally a straight and honest answer from you.” His retort was sarcastic but spoken lightly like a jest to ease the tension. “Enlighten me. Why are you so skeptical? What’s your story?”

weapons need not know peace. at least a tool finds comfort in being used; at least agony is as accustomed to as a second—skin. these hands are better suited to take lives than take softness. they wouldn't know how to be kind.