‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ➢ 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑨𝑺 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑫𝒀.

❝ 𝑖’𝑚 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑠 ❞ free hand dragging over face as the waiter approaches . who knew their karma for being greedy would be a reduced life span. his hand is gripped 、 gaze twisting to the wall as the waiter

❝ a railgun for a ritual is absurd shit .. it must have been really cool though 、 now i want to fire a railgun. ❞ rolling over onto their tummy - head resting on criss-crossed elbows . dark hair shading dark eyes as they look at

❝ i want my ᵐᵒm .. ❞ they half cry 、 bottom lip quivering as he’d reassure them . they’d never thought that they’d be crying for their mother at this age —— embarassing .. but she knew how to make it all better .

❝ never 、 no …̲ how’d you get your hands on a fucking railgun silas ? ❞ head turning to him 、 eyes widening a little . better yet - ❝ how’d you even learn how to use a 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐆𝐔𝐍 ? ❞

the blood on my teeth begins to taste like a poem, like religion, like the way you look at me.

whether you come as a lover or an executioner， i am ready to receive you．

let us dance, for we shall both be meeting our makers soon.

Leon signed and then reached out to touch Silas's shoulder. "Listen to me. Regardless if I worry or not, you're my son. It's my job to look after you."