˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ You who are both d̲e̲a̲d̲ and a̲l̲i̲v̲e̲, show your face once more - MDNI | 18+ for mature themes - Loved by Knightwave

//new verse for void :3 go kill him nAOW @swrdflight

Sends this to [Reader.]

"I don't expect you to forgive me, Emre." Void's voice speaks, weak and choked from the heavy feeling that's settled in his chest. He wants to cry but feels he has no right to, so talons simply dig further into his palms. "I know sorry won't fix this."

to bare fangs, before it closes. He doesn't know what to say to make this easier, to explain the dread that choked him back then, so he doesn't. For a while they simply let the silence hang, heavy like blood, seeping into everything, even if they hate it. Right now, at least. +

He flinches as Emre demands to be looked at, however does as told. Reds with pupils far too dilated for a man like Void meet Emre's, brows tilted upwards in shame. They don't blame the other for his reaction, hell they deserve the anger and more. Jaw opens, lips careful not +

Finally he lets go, rolling his eyes. "Oh hush." They say as they focus on Emre's arm where they'd bit and NOT the darkening blush on their face. "You okay? Didn't bite too hard, did I?" Sure he hadn't drawn blood but still.

The lean over does make them a bit flustered, cheeks darkening a bit, thought they don't release Emre just yet. He was in a bit of a bitey mood, and the other just so happened to be close enough to sate the fixation.

//first ever interview today gulp hope it goes well

They know trying to lie was pointless at the rate this was going. "Ugh, fine. I'm a hired hand, that's all." Talon clad hands lift to show he means no harm, though wings still twitch in anticipation for a fight. They weren't in the mood for one, so fleeing would be best.

look the same." They hiss bitterly, hands clenching. He can feel the talons, familiar and foreign at the same time, digging into his palms. "I wasn't always the easiest to get along with, but at least I looked human enough."

stand and walk over. A hand lifts to comfort the other only to hesitate and drop back down. He didn't have the right to comfort Emre, not anymore. "I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you sooner but I didn't want to ruin your memory of me. I'm not who I used to be, hell I don't even +

how to tell Emre and a few others, and then the nauseating anxiety that snapped to life in their guts. Like telling /anyone/ was a bad idea, like it would only result in tragedy for him and the other person. They spot the tears rising to Emre's eyes and instinctively they +

"I wanted to!" He replies quickly, his own grief tainting his words, before he reels himself back in. "I wanted to, Emre. I wanted to tell you and the others but...I had a feeling doing so would only result in me being unable to escape at all." They remember thinking about +

Yippie!