an inconspicuous hand extending from under the folds of its clothing , gripping the sandwich gingerly , as if it might bite back .
. . . and the next moment , the sandwich was slipped under its cloak at breakneck speeds .
never question where a curse’s mouth is .
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ #JJKRP#MVRP#MHARP
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤFirst year sorcerer x Class1A's shadow hero
Father into your hands, I command my spirit.
Father, into your hands, why have you forsaken me?
it’s 𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 .
the drops feel prickly and frigid upon my skin .
seeping into silken fabric , weighing down all things ; caressing the contours of my features , until they reach the utmost breaking point , dripping to the ground .
. . . i am cold and lonely . [ 💭 ]