1964 : like a fist, like a knife.
LONDON / MY WAR IS NOT OVER.
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He liked it when you’re honestㅡalthough he’s simply undeserving of it; of your honesty, your tenderness, the way you came to him with your defenses collapsingㅡyou live in a reality he could never understood. And yet, he was haunted by the desire to learn about
Because justice runs in his bloodㅡthough cold and jagged on its edges, it’s still a path he wished to walk upon. Charm was merely a mask he donned to hid the hideous truth behind it; to veil the unfamiliarity of himself.
“Sure.” Karl replied, crescent donned his lips.
seen every darkest corner of London.
“Let’s try again.” he stopped the lighter mid-roll, pressing it flat against the table as a final negotiation. “This time, give me something that doesn’t smell like fairytale.” | @cursedaengxl
rythmic clinkㅡfilling each syllables of the empty silence.
“If I had a nickel for every person who said that, I’d already be retired on a beach now.” Karl’s gaze sharpenedㅡthe warmth in his eyes dissipated, only to be replaced by cold, calculating stare of a man who had
@cursedaengxl | “Funny.” He let your defiance bounced around the room, the sound came back desperate and and hollow each time it came back to reach his hearing senses. Karl pulled a silver lighter from his pocket; rolling the cold metal over his knuckles as it made a
“Tell me love, Is there a chance for a man like me to find what he’s looking for, or am I just chasing ghosts in the fog again?” | @indicareis
clung between them. He didn’t reach outㅡno, not yet. He let the quiet linger a little bit longer, letting it settle in just right. Beyond the shared lukewarm tea, you could probably already guess his intentions, which was shrouded behind that practiced charming tug of a smile.
@indicareis | “Hate to intrude a quiet evening, love, but I find myself at a bit of a crossroad.
Or perhaps just at a dead-end.” He settled into the chair opposite of you; leather creaking beneath his weight. Karl leaned forward, the faint scent of rain with expensive tobacco
xn--ECHOVERIE-j8f4024f4715a.… We will be leaving the keyword ‘conversation’ in English, please. The closeness can be three out of five. Thank you!
Oh, how could he possibly refuse? Your giggle surfaced like the first petal breaking through frostㅡa magnificent bloom at winter’s end. “I think I can make the time,” he said, “I’ll just do my paperworks here with you, and finish it when you’re asleep. Sounds good?”
“Oh!” Karl bursted out laughingㅡa silly misunderstanding. “Sure, love! Let me give ya’ a hand for the grocery list! Well, let’s get going then before all the guests arrive, shall we?”
