𝔱he 𝔡ag.

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ 𝔫o escape . 𝔫owhere ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ to hide . 𝔫o green place . ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

girl frightened. girl destroyed. girl as a symptom. / girl in a paroxysm of rage. girl disappeared in a death—like loss of feeling. girl as indescribable evil.

the  𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑  and  the  𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄  and  the 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃  must  𝘿͟𝙄͟𝙀. . . I  seen  𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿  𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲  of  𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧',  I  know  heaven’s  𝗔  𝗟͟𝗜͟𝗘 .

⠀⠀ ez goes to take the nuts from a bag pocket. two for each— not a lot. but something. ‘ do you know how to crack them? ’ ⠀⠀⠀

He’s aware. None of them sleep much, for reasons that are probably more similar than they’re willing to admit. ❝ Better to sleep during the day, sometimes. Too hot to do anything. ❞

something horrible is happening inside of me and i don't know why. my nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. i feel lethal， on the verge of frenzy. i think my mask of sanity is about to slip.

He leans back, startling slightly at the meat in his face. ❝ No. ❞ A hand, pushing on her wrist. Why is it so hard to try to do a nice thing around these people?

A little shake of his head, turning to look just over her shoulder. ❝ Mm. No. Not hungry. ❞

He can only manage eye contact for half a second before he’s looking away, eyes on the horizon. Eye contact can be…difficult…at the best of times, and The Dag has a way of staring right into the heart of someone.

Mm. That’s good. Pickiness can turn a person into a corpse. Holding a little piece of meat out, skin and sinew dried by nothing but the sun.

perhaps i am no one. true， i have a body and i cannot escape from it. i would like to fly out of my head， but that is out of the question.

…he has lizard jerky.

⠀⠀ ... poking her lightly. nuts. she has nuts. just a few. ⠀⠀⠀