PRIVATE &&. HIGHLY SELECTIVE serial killer indie oc // written by JENNA
IN THE NIGHT
you’re in love with a knife fight
and his LIPS taste like gunpowder.
his h e a r t is a battlefield demanding
attention, his mind a dismantled tragedy,
but his love is like the whole world electric
and the sun laid at your feet.
i'm tired of always chasing, chasing after you i don't give a f u c k about you anyways —— !! whoever said i gave a shit 'bout you? you never share your toys or communicate i guess i'm just a play date to you —— !!
other people usually never piqued his interest out of pure INDIFFERENCE to unfamiliar faces , but he couldn’t shake the off feeling. samuel regarded the other with lifted brows as if in question. ‘hey… are you , uhm , are you alright ? ’
❛ hm? ❜ cerulean hues drifted heavenwards to the voice in question, eyebrows q u i r k i n g in the stranger’s direction. ❛ ‘m fine, though ! all good, me thinks, ❜ says the one with a BUSTED LIP& body littered in black & blue. ❛ why, ‘re ‘ya worried or somethin’ ? that’s real CUTE, ❜ his tone PLAYFUL — ever the tease.
