what doesnโt kill you leaves disfiguring scars. what doesnโt kill you fills you with paralyzing selfโhatred. what doesnโt kill you makes you afraid for the rest of your life. what doesnโt kill you might make you kill them.
// Iโm so sorry for my inactivity, but I will continue to be inactive until my finals are over next week but I hope to be back once theyโre done :)
Shadow Milk is not a good person. There will be mentions of manipulation, loss of autonomy, suicidal ideation, sadism, etc.
If that isn't something you're comfortable with, please let me know/do not engage with those posts. I never want to make anyone uncomfortable!
Truthless Recluse's irritation was not lost on Shadow Milk. The corner of his lips quirk up into a sharp, unpleasant smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, an excited shiver wracking through his body in unadulterated glee.
"Awwe..." It drips with a mockery so palpable itโ
grates on the ears.
"What has you so worked up, ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฎ?"
He immediately flies into the other's space, claws reaching out to yank the Recluse's chin upwards to meet his eyes, wide and unblinking and ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ him to fight back.