𝘙𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺.

“riley. i remember you.” pushing himself up from the couch, he makes sure to maintain his distance— he doesn’t want to spook him and accidentally get himself killed. “i’m glad to see you’re still alive and well.”

jesus figures that if the other wanted him dead, he’d be dead already. . . maybe it isn’t the wisest decision to trust him, but— “remind me of your name.” he turns to face him properly, leaving the blade abandoned on the table.

he’s almost asleep when he catches the slightest movement out of the corner of his eye. he’s immediately on alert, slowly moving to push himself up. he doesn’t look toward the corner of the room, instead locking his gaze on the knife he’d discarded onto the coffee table. “i +

a small nod, tight lips and a look of apology.

stay your blade from the flesh of the innocent .

⠀ ⠀⠀good morning Alexandria. ⠀

assassins are meant to be quiet . precise . we do not go announcing conspiracies from the rooftops to all who pass by .ᐟ

suddenly,   he   felt   that   the   world   had   no   place   for   him,   no matter   how   large   it   was.

it’s easiest if i sneak in and kill everyone . don’t make this complicated .

“sorry. sorry.”