[Frustration. Annoyance. Disquiet. At present, these are what Kylo feels most. They begin in the pit of his chest, climb his neck, and wind his jaw so tight that it physically aches. For several hours now he has meditated, trying to will his thoughts into silence.] Β»
Β» [Only this time, the breaths come harder, faster, thoughts even louder than before. Overwhelmed in every sense, molten rage reaching higher than the tips of his ears, he bends and covers his ears with his palms in a desperate attempt to muffle nonexistent noise.] Β»
|| Leave my rock alone π«΅π»
Replying to @stags3680
Bruh, thereβs a foil wrapper in one pocket of this jacket, and a smooth, shiny rock in the other. Hey Siri, is my husband actually a magpie.




















