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 —— !!
“i’m more than capable of getting my own stuff from the floor, thank you.” she muttered, offering them a quick smile before it washed off her features. “i wouldn’t mind getting my wallet back though” sierra shrugged, hues watching the other rather attentively.
❛ your wallet, huh? ❜ his eyebrows was furrowed together for a moment, feigning absentmindedness as his hands pushed themselves into the pockets of his dark trousers. shrugging, he rocked back & forth in his heel of his foot before answering the female’s assumption. ❛ sorry, miss ! but my mama taught me well & i wouldn’t steal someone’s wallet !pretty sure you got me mistaken with someone there. that, or you probably dropped it. accidents happen, y'know. ❜
