— Is throwing a sheet over your head and putting on some glasses no longer considered a decent Halloween costume??
Every single step Connor took was completely silent, even as he walked over the glass—yet it thundered in Gavin's head like the beating of drums. The shards crunched so loudly that he clamped his hands over his ears, but it didn't block out the sound. >
Tears stung his eyes, and oxygen refused to enter his lungs. The other man's touch was either scalding hot, searing his skin, or ice-cold, freezing his muscles. He couldn't tell. Yet Gavin lifted a tear-stained, pleading gaze to the android, trying to grab onto his leg just to >
Gavin feels fear—for some reason. It suffocates him, forcing him to back away, dropping the bottle of whiskey onto the floor. It shatters with a loud crash that echoes over and over in his ears. He doesn’t know why he is so terrified, why he fears the creature in front of >
Gavin exhaled sharply, closing his eyes for a few moments as he tried to gather his thoughts. It was hard for him to talk about the thing that had been rotting inside his body every single day, every second of his existence—the thing he kept drowning in cigarettes and alcohol. >
He nodded slowly, taking the pack from Connor's hands and hastily pulling out a cigarette. Turning away slightly, he tried to light it with trembling hands, the filter clamped between his lips.
— Yeah, something like that. No big deal, — [ he whispered, keeping his eyes averted>
— Wha... what? Connor? What are you doing here..?
#͟⭕️ Gaviin——(@elect_ricite). Where are you hiding? We haven't finished our conversation.
— You’re an absolute angel. I, hmm... I like the name Richard—if it’s a boy. Or perhaps we should choose something a bit more neutral...





