you can measure the mark of a man on the day that he died, in the mixture of memory and wreckage that he leaves behind.

[ NC ] M/ur/der and bIoodshed... ☺️

THE ERUDITE.ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠUSERᅠOFFLINE .ᅠᅠᅠᅠ [ desperate times call for desperate measures. ] RHYS! [ hayden yelled, her throat scratchy from going unused. like the dire situation at hand, and like the vigilante's demeanor, her plea dripped with that potent desperation. ] PLEASE! JUST SH--T HIM AGAIN! PLEASE —!!

( nc ) hey siri, turn on " can you feel my heart " by bring me the horizon.

ᅠᅠᅠᅠUSERᅠOFFLINE .ᅠᅠᅠᅠ @AGENTHYD3 [ ... or not. rhys made it to the blade first — even while down a leg — and all mattias could do was stare. fern hues widened in response to the glare ; no words were elicited from mattias, either. as if his eyes were saying ' you wouldn't '. ]

goodbye, mattias 🕺