succumbing to unknown mutual possessiveness. . . the fledgling only held a fraction of resolve that kept them from leaping over. a minuscule amount compared to the elder, which doesn't stop him from initiating these games.
current state of boundless temptation making it all the more difficult for him to stay put together.
silver eyes flaring beneath her unyielding gaze, watching back in equal parts of obsession and possession.
hallow's eve had its perks for preternatural creatures such as them. . the way their hunger palpitated through them was almost a song for them to sing, alone. until watchful eyes register slowly over keen senses.
hand combing once through bloodied hair,
heightened eyes scanning over the ocean of people just to find the only person of interest—— to them. a usual game of push &. pull, await until someone caves. ju—ho has never been one to uphold any sense of restraint, but for her ? he reveled in the challenge of it. .
‧ ݁ᛪ༙ 𝗝𝗨—𝗛𝗢 . retweeted
a sick fondness , love — obsession . he cannot see the line between obsession and devotion , they are one and the same to him .
muscles tensing slightly beneath razor—edged nails. unsure what the other's limit was—— how their thoughts wandered in attempt to figure out the elder. enigmatic, well—put together.
difficult to read. but their hand going for his waist seemed to evoke 𝓈omething.
complying to the gentle press against their shoulder, until back of thighs strike edge of a table. grasp tightening onto fabric as to pull the elder along, a light scoff manages to tear from the fledgling when met with such wordplay.
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𝒖nless ⠀ i ⠀ 𝐆͟𝐑͟𝐈͟𝐏 ⠀ the ⠀ sword, ⠀ i ⠀ cannot ⠀ 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁 ⠀ you. ⠀ while ⠀ 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 ⠀ the ⠀ sword, ⠀ i ⠀ cannot ⠀ 𝙴𝙼𝙱𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙴 ⠀ you.



















