͏ ͏ ͏⋆ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏𝐆͟𝐖͟𑁤𝐍͟𝐃͟𝐎͟𝐋͟𝐘͟𝐍.

⠀the taste of death lingers on the corner of her lips, i can’t get enough of it.

⠀the taste of death lingers on the corner of her lips, i can’t get enough of it.

ᅟ “ consider forgiven! ” he ignored the tone, smiling victoriously at her and shaking his head . “ that was a genuine compliment, actually . maybe i need to make my intentions clearer . ” ᅟ

ᅟ “ caring is not stalking! ” the exclamation sounded quickly between his lips, almost running the words over each other . “ wait . . . haven't you noticed my shameless flirting? ” ᅟ

ᅟ “ i'll become a stalker if you run! ” playful tone in his voice as her caress reaches the outermost layer of his skin . “ you don't know?!? after all my sexy flirting with you earlier today? ” ᅟ

não vou morrer de trabalhar, tá tudo certo! é que essa cidade todo dia surge com algo novo.

está sendo irônica, stacy?

não morri.

ᅟ “ i'll give you one as a gift . ” he hugged her waist in return, lifting her body a little before returning her to the ground . “ i suspected, but you can keep telling me . ” ᅟ

ᅟ they're beautiful! that's prejudice, Gwen! just because they have many legs & a big ass? i promise to save you from everything . ᅟ

ᅟ but real spiders are one of the most cool things on earth! & i save you from them . ᅟ

ᅟ what do you have against webs? ᅟ

ᅟ nice legs . ᅟ

i love you. i love you... so much. just as you are.