temporary pin. due to the nature of the character and media, there will be dark themes. this account’s primarily crack and banter but interested in writing angst, abuse and gore. i will entertain nsfw topics however no incest. thank you
there it was. the lump in his throat, swallowing back words that desperately try to claw their way out. the grip on the cleaver tightening, threatening the circulation in his palm. to think he mustered a damn for this bitch.
admittedly quite taken aback by the audacity to speak back, he didn’t used to do that. though, a part of andrew’s … relieved at andy’s display of assertion.
andrew suppressed a chuckle at the response received. it’s been a while since he last recalls him ever caring about something this deeply, he wondered if he still had it in him. “like what? and come ooon, at least tell me who it’s from?”
— Oi! It's my letter! I'm under no obligation to show it to you. And don't say things like that!
Has he raised his voice? What nerve for a little boy without family love.
/ not everyone i follow follows me back so just so i won’t overstep any boundaries, could anyone who’s alright with me interacting with their posts like this tweet? thank you.
“let me see. don’t tell me you’re too shy to show it, or perhaps you’d like to keep this girl to yourself?” he’d tease, crouching down next to the boy, peeking at the letter. “yeah, less dead. especially when you’re reading the letter.”
— The letter? Erm… it’s from a girl. It’s not from Leyley – the handwriting’s all different. It’s even got a little heart on it!
The boy said, peering at the tiny letter in his hands.
— My eyes see... less dead? What is that mean?