“Did you just cough– blood?” // I'M GONNA WRITE SOME FIGHTIN' WORDS NOW WATCH THE FUCK OUT

SICK STARTER SENTENCES.  

      THE INSIDE OF his hand is stained a brilliant shade of crimson, jarringly bright against the skin of his palm. his lungs shudder in the wake of such a violent coughing fit, the inside of his mouth tasting disgustingly metallic; his tongue imbrued with the blood streaking his palm. nevertheless, he reaches for a glove, tucks it on over the stain despite the way he feels it smear down his wrist, and he pauses in his haste to leave upon hearing praxis’ question. he’s never quite been one to let a chance to mock praxis go.

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             ❛ now, now. ’re you worried about little old me

i’m flattered. but not really.

Jul 6 23:35 ( 1 )