- -* 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘦.

a little devotion goes a long way.

ᅠ ᅠ durge doesn't flinch . if anything , the threat draws a slow smile , sharp at its edges . “ 𝘢𝘩 . ” he murmured “ there you are ... dressing up your concern as » ᅠ ᅠ

Your death will be my masterpiece .ᐟ

… this anger, this pain. this is who you are.

ᅠ ᅠ a sense of familiarity wavered between their gazes———tail flicking with anticipation of something unknown . “ orin likes the noise . a child in the dark , destroying anything » ᅠ ᅠ

Cue the eye roll, the hair twirling around her finger. The way she shifts, body language changing as she listens to him. “You cant even touch me …” she reminds him, eyes go down before back up. “You always go right to the threatening dont you?”

........who is meant to be that?

ᅠ ᅠ he held his gaze with something almost——playful , though no less dangerous . “ if 𝒾 wanted permission , 𝒾 wouldn't take it from a 𝐠𝐨𝐝 or a 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞 .. ” » ᅠ ᅠ