— ☢
𝗙𝗨𝗡 𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗟
(ɴᴏ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ. ɴꜱꜰᴡ. ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ.)
He used to have a normal life. Now he's a Killjoy with a death wish disguised as a good time, and not a single regret about it.
@MOTHERSlNJURY < the trauma- and sighed shakily.
What did they want now?
Looking up, Ghoul was met with a friendly face instead. At least, not one that seemed to want something from him.
He sat up, shoulder slumped.
"Existed, I guess?" It's a poor joke. >
< believe they'd taken such a risk. That they hadn't waited for him to get back. That they'd almost got taken away from him.
Now, that he finally had her. She'd-)
𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆.ᐟ
( Ghoul yelled, not knowing what to do with himself - so rushing outside to >
( Ghoul was practically vibrating out of his skin at this point- he was so fucking angry. And worried. And mad. His hands were clenched into tight fists at his side, but they were shaking anyway, much like his jaw.
Tears were burning in his eyes, just unable to >
I'm fine . . . Kobra helped me outta the car — ( yeah she drove herself back bleeding out. what other choice did she have 𖤠 ) — and I . . stitched my neck up.
ugh, passed out before I could do my chest . . Jet fixed that one up but . . . now I have a fuckin' infection or
>>
@SinfulKilljoy < get so lucky?
The expression softened as he realised just how tired he was. But he’d stay awake. And try to be alert.
Had to keep her safe.
“Hey— I can’t help you’re so fuckin’ hot.”
@SinfulKilljoy “No, no, I got this—!” He did. He would. He had to. There was just no option in his mind to put Poison at risk when he knew he had a good aim— he just needed to focus. He loved this shit.
BANG!
A tyre popped, the white car started to swerve, but they kept driving. >
@SinfulKilljoy “I can definitely do that,” Ghoul grinned, more than happy to get his hands on her once they got home.
He rubbed his thighs as the feeling finally got back into them and just kept looking at Poison as he rested his head against the headrest. Fuck- how did he >