11-23-2020, 09:24 PM
CrownS
Crowns does not know how to pretend, how to be anything other than what he really is - a disciple of chaos. He expresses his joy when it thrums proudly in his veins and he gnashes his teeth whenever a scalding rage envelopes him. She could solve every mystery about him if she only asked. But she doesn’t, and she keeps her own secrets held tight to her chest like rosary beads. Her mask doesn’t slip the way Rosebay’s does when he shakes her just right. But does this fact excite or infuriate him? He isn’t sure.
She says the word ‘trouble’ like it’s nothing at all.
He sucks in a breath when she touches him and it feels entirely foreign to be the target of someone’s affection, however ill-intended it may be. A part of him would like to step back from her and avoid anything like it. Her stars were not worth the vile shiver that ran across his spine at being kissed. But he forces himself to stay put.
She doesn’t flinch or salivate at the scent of blood so he decides to continue his poking and prodding. Crowns leans in closer and kisses the corner of her mouth so his drop of blood smears across her skin there. All the monsters in the jungle came to him eventually when they smelled his blood. Of course, he never harmed them. He just liked to watch them move beneath the moonlight. Their perfect bodies, all built for one purpose: the kill.
“You act like one of the Pretty Things, but I’ve seen your teeth. I see how you hunt, now,” he says with a smile because he does not care for damsels. Crowns only wants the things that are wrong for him and nothing less. He calls her reckless and trouble because likes the girls who are reckless and trouble for him.
But if she truly isn’t, then this is another lesson learned. He will carry on his search for a friend that always goes for his throat.
She says the word ‘trouble’ like it’s nothing at all.
He sucks in a breath when she touches him and it feels entirely foreign to be the target of someone’s affection, however ill-intended it may be. A part of him would like to step back from her and avoid anything like it. Her stars were not worth the vile shiver that ran across his spine at being kissed. But he forces himself to stay put.
She doesn’t flinch or salivate at the scent of blood so he decides to continue his poking and prodding. Crowns leans in closer and kisses the corner of her mouth so his drop of blood smears across her skin there. All the monsters in the jungle came to him eventually when they smelled his blood. Of course, he never harmed them. He just liked to watch them move beneath the moonlight. Their perfect bodies, all built for one purpose: the kill.
“You act like one of the Pretty Things, but I’ve seen your teeth. I see how you hunt, now,” he says with a smile because he does not care for damsels. Crowns only wants the things that are wrong for him and nothing less. He calls her reckless and trouble because likes the girls who are reckless and trouble for him.
But if she truly isn’t, then this is another lesson learned. He will carry on his search for a friend that always goes for his throat.
you got me on my knees; i'm your one-man cult.