"Anyone ever try killing with one of these?"
[Sucked the end of a candy cane to a fine point, and now I'm tapping the end of it experimentally. Could probably do some damage if jabbed someplace soft.]
*♱:。.。 PART ONE 。.。:♱*
[When I’m bathed in the bluish light of the club’s bathroom, I look sixteen again.
I have more eyeliner smudged down my cheeks than is still around my eyes; cheap shit always streaks when I start workin’ up a sweat on the dance floor. It ain’t —
— flick to the bathroom… but only for a second before he looks back to me, his hand grabbing mine. And my smile widens.]
( -and sinker.)
𝑺𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒆.
*♱:。.。 PART ONE 。.。:♱*
[When I’m bathed in the bluish light of the club’s bathroom, I look sixteen again.
I have more eyeliner smudged down my cheeks than is still around my eyes; cheap shit always streaks when I start workin’ up a sweat on the dance floor. It ain’t —
— matter what I looked like in the mirror. I’m back in my element, and with the way that he’s looking at me, I’m ready to go in for the kill.]
“Not yet. But you will.” [I hold my hand out to him, stupid “𝗫” on display and all.] “You wanna get out of here?”
[I watch his gaze —