› matt murdock.

ㅤ ( 𝑯𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒅𝒔. 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. ) ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

ㅤ There's this series. King of Sins. Each book deals with a billionaire representing the seven deadly sins. There's only five so far but ... Y'know. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

Her fingers twitch, eager to reach for him. To have some assemblage of comfort, of some touch. Already, her body is starting to heal itself, slow to the naked eye, but fast to anyone who knows how a typical human should heal. "What comes next?" She asks with》

ㅤ ... Do you really wanna read this with me .ᐣ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

ㅤ ( 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒆 .ᐣ ) ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

She's still limp, face even soft from exhaustion, heart steady in it's rhythm as she gets laid out. At first, Lili doesn't stir, motionless, bretah a little ragged and labored, until she hears the Devil a second time. Her eyes peer open, glancing around the large 》

ㅤ ( 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 ... 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 ) ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

Last place went up in flames. Taking off the facemask, placing the spray paint to the side. "Got any coffee or you still a jackass?" He grumbled.

ㅤㅤ ( 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓 ) ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

Bl.ckmailing a judge sounds kind of fun. He likes a challenge.

Yeah, he knows a few. And he knows he’ll get off scot—free.

Got any other lawyers he can use? Sounds fun.

What's with him and this lurking shit? Go away.

he's still kicking, who could'a guessed.

She makes a soft sound of disagreement, hating to feel like some damsel, hating that she put herself in this mess only to be found by him. There's a short moment, between the alley and the apartment that she goes fully unconscious, bruises spread across her ribs, 》

Lilith goes nearly limp in his hold, leaning right against him with a little sigh, even tucking her face under his chin for comfort. "I'm alright..." she confirms, arms going back around his shoulders, "I'll try to hold on, to keep some of my weight off your arms,"》