﹑ 𝐆𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑.

⠀⠀⠀،،⠀⠀⠀BR͟͟E͟͟AK⠀⠀MY⠀⠀H𝐄ART, ⠀⠀𝐿𝘖𝘝𝘌 .ᐟ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I’LL⠀⠀𝙍𝙄𝙋⠀⠀YOURS⠀⠀IN⠀⠀𝐓𝚆𝙾 .ᐟ

[﹑ 𝐆𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑. @erbcrmlich]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀،،⠀NOT ⠀AL͟L ⠀𝐿𝐼𝐄𝐒⠀𝒜𝖱𝖤
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘛𝘠 , ⠀MY ⠀𝑫ᵉ𝐴𝑅 .ᐟ

[﹑ 𝐆𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑. @erbcrmlich]

@riexgan — long with that familiar blush.

❛ you’re having too much fun with this. ❜

they huff, though they open their mouth with an “ ah ” regardless.

[﹑ 𝐆𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑. @erbcrmlich]

@riexgan — hands.

their hands always felt so cold, a permanent chill etched into their skin, to the very skeleton beneath.

they quietly wait, an odd contentment falling over them. they’re rarely this at peace. it’s nice.

but it’s short-lived at that teasing tone, pout returning —

[﹑ 𝐆𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑. @erbcrmlich]

@riexgan — reject it?

[﹑ 𝐆𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑. @erbcrmlich]

@riexgan — in their waning composure with… little success.

❛ u-uh ── well, if it tastes * better when i get fed from nurse claude… ❜

they hold out the bowl, an almost expectant smile curling lips. a little sheepish, embarrassed, but claude * did offer. who are they if they —

[﹑ 𝐆𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑. @erbcrmlich]

@riexgan — done. ❜

[﹑ 𝐆𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑. @erbcrmlich]

@riexgan — it, moving around a bit to get more comfortable seated upright, they manifest heat in the palms of their hands, a tingle of warmth and sparks.

they don’t stop until the soul steams again, feeling a little drained but relieved that they aren’t * completely useless.

❛ all —

[ً. @abhorarchive]

i am not violent. i am not malicious. i am a result.

[﹑ 𝐆𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑. @erbcrmlich]

@riexgan — pulling it up and off of their mouth and eyes.

he laughs softly, weakly, some of that amusement returning to their eyes.

❛ spoiling * me? shouldn’t i be the one doing that?

but… i wouldn’t mind some soup. i’m starving. ❜

[﹑ 𝐆𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑. @erbcrmlich]

@riexgan — they don’t linger on the thoughts for long, because there’s a kiss being pressed into heated skin, lips from the man who’s taken his whole life and spun it on its head.

which is shortly followed by the cloth over their face, and they make a noise of discontent, before —

[﹑ 𝐆𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑. @erbcrmlich]

taking a peaceful stroll through the ruins of the monastery. an umbrella is held betwixt fingers, defending against gentle droplets from above.

they’re feeling rather lonely. an ache comes with the chill, leaving them yearning for an old warmth.

[dust eater @dryltt3]

daily sylvain

[ً @holyaches]

everything i ever let go of has claw marks on it; yet i have not even a scratch on me.