~ They speak of him in hush, in stories traded like curses— the man who walks in daylight, but belongs to none.
He was never born, they say.
He was chosen—by hunger, by silence, by the 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆.
@SKlNCRAWL He crosses the room in a few unhurried steps, selects a bottle from the liquor cabinet, and sets out two glasses with deliberate care. “Come,” he says at last, not looking back as he pours.
“Sit with me. You’ve earned a break after working so hard.”
He sat near the window, one leg stretched while the other bent as he rested a leather-bound book. Immersed in the reading he was, before he realized a deep crimson stained its page. '𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱'
From his nose, a sanguine flow dribbled down his chin in a thin stream. "-Oh.."
@SKlNCRAWL 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶? He mused a quiet acknowledgment that some soft, almost child-like instinct still survives beneath your composure.
"Hence the disposal request." -
he remarked mildly, turning the engine over and shifting into gear, the threat delivered with the same calm certainty as the car pulling away.
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The passenger door opened, and he settled you inside with a firm shove that brooked no argument before circling to the driver’s seat.
“I could also leave you bleeding like a mangled mutt if that's what you prefer,” -
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• @SKlNCRAWL
He stood behind the man seated on the finely carved oak bench, silent as a shadow. His fingers drifted across the breadth of his back—slow, deliberate—then stilled. One arm came to rest on the man’s shoulder, the weight of it both familiar and heavy. -
He closed the distance on quiet steps, fingers lifting your chin just enough to claim your attention before they drift into your hair, scratching lightly at the side in a way that’s both indulgent and proud. His voice is calm and final. -
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@2DRP_AU Heinz’s eyes flicked over the figure once, assessing, then settled with that faint smirk that never quite reached warmth. “Need help reaching whatever it is?”
A hand was stretched outward, barely extended towards the interlocutor.
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@2DRP_AU A bet? How intriguing. "Well, I don't mind partaking in this game. My name is 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐳. I dare to play a coin toss with you, and I carry my wallet as the - price of my defeat. If I win, I’ll whisper what’s at stake to you later."
@2DRP_AU He doesn't raise his voice; he never needs to but his gaze hardens just enough to make it clear this is not a suggestion. "You've been through hell. Let it process, go slow."