of red illuminates his irises, unaware of its unnatural hue in the midst of her presence.
her scent gradually alerted the burn at the back of his throat, but he refused to acknowledge it. he opted to stay silent despite the discomfort, offering a faint yet warm mannered grin.
sorta. it’s hard to describe, but he’s stuck in a sensory trance, more or less.
forgive him, please—it’s been a while since he’s been near anyone with an actual heartbeat; heightened hearing latching onto the thud of her pulse as it lulls his restless mind.
an undertone +
꒷꒦꒷꒦ 𝔬𝔬𝔠 .
thank you bunches to everyone who’s followed and interacted so far, i deeply appreciate it.
i’ve been away from rp twt for quite a while and ngl i’m kinda rusty and naturally a bit on the slower side due to cognitive impairments, so i apologize in advance. +
lurking in the background, stiff, and horribly uncomfortable.
venom pools in his mouth, unable to ignore the unholy thirst gnawing at the back of his throat.
he’d give anything to make it go away.