† ˖ ‍𓋲 ‍𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚁 ‍╱ ‍𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐀𝐍 ׅ⎖

❄️ ᝰ … you haven’t 𝓼lept in 𝓭ays —— you said 𝓼leeping only ever makes you 𝓽ired ┊ ⋆ 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑤𝑎𝑦.

again, I hate you.

a lot of things.

Jadyn glances down when his forearm is caught, the subtle tug pulling him closer than he had been a moment ago. His gaze flicks from the grip to the journalist’s face, then finally to the glowing screen they’re both pretending to care about. “sounds like a full time job, I’m an

brown eyes widen immediately … ( is he leaving marks ? 💭 ) her hand abandons dark locks, soon tugging his sleeve with a sense of urgency.   however, her voice remains sweet.   ‘love ~ you can do

I hate you.

face scrunches up as he takes a step back. tsk—— whatever. mumbled. hm ... interesting. how sure are you there is one ? sounds you've been searching around for ages—

damn it damian—— I don't care what happens to me, it's you that I'm worried about! he snapped at him. their attempt to calm him failed as he let his anger take over any rational thinking. pulls away and walks past them, towards the door. I'll be back later.

... fine. grumbles as he takes tucks away his gun. looking over at him before moving slightly closer. what are you even doing ?

no. I'm fucking furious—— he HIT you, and you're treating it like it's the most normal thing. he takes a deep breath, failing to try and calm himself down. does he .. always hit you. jaw clenched as he said it. I should have a talk with him.

and you really think it'll be that easy to just shoo me away? take a bite of the mochi, enjoying it as he glanced at the other. by giving me a little treat? why not give me some of your blood.