she doesn't sound defensive. she sounds blunt, her tone the same as always.
due to his anxiety she wanted to help. douchebag wanted to help shadow in any way possible.
He sat up. Sighing afterwards.
❝I’m sorry. But they’ve been on my mind for quite some time.❞
His eyes narrow. With suspicion.
❝I wager some of the Black Arms survived.❞
douchebag sat up and held both his hands in hers.
He glances up at her. Placing his legs over each other.
His eyes narrow. With suspicion.
❝I wager some of the Black Arms survived.❞
He glances up at her. Placing his legs over each other.
He states. Thoughts returning to the past once more.
❝I find myself thinking about certain things… and the result of it all. I suppose it drives a sense of an unease within me.❞
He glances up at her. Placing his legs over each other.
He states. Thoughts returning to the past once more.
❝I find myself thinking about certain things… and the result of it all. I suppose it drives a sense of an unease within me.❞
". . . . you're welcome, shadow. you deserve to rest."
He leans downwards. Head resting on her thigh.
He states. Thoughts returning to the past once more.
❝I find myself thinking about certain things… and the result of it all. I suppose it drives a sense of an unease within me.❞
He leans downwards. Head resting on her thigh.
❝Helena…❞
He leans downwards. Head resting on her thigh.
❝Helena…❞
❝Helena…❞
That is all.
What?
That is all.
What?
That is all.
That is all.
Like that. No need to scream when you have that ability.
Like that. No need to scream when you have that ability.
". . . bug won't listen, ribbit."
"bug there. not down here."
❝Good.❞
douchebag slowly glanced at him, features detached as always.
❝Good.❞
"why do you ask."
What are you wearing…
What are you wearing…
".....I need to change. this reveals too much."
What are you wearing…