⠀you sleep coiled ; tightly wound . hands are fists beneath pillows , clenched above cotton sheets . ⠀you are at war , even in your dreams .

/ / i KNOW viper is in a better mood every time she figures out neon cooked 😭 i will never let you all forget how adoring she is of neon’s cooking

personal problem.

what was that you made last time? i think i ate three portions all my lonesome.

/ / Oh.

/ / WHAAAAAT IN THE SAGEBEAN

profilerofile

T O X I N S I N B I O

(ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ𝐀𝐋𝐋 ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ 𝑩𝑰𝑻͟𝑬͟ .ᐟ)

massaging right temple —— it’s not doing anything, though . her migraine is unrelenting .

flashing a glance as ‘thanks,’ reaching for the meds. no need for a drink … she simply pops both &&. swallows. “…that the last mug out of what was made?” no malice in tone. merely curious.

i did not mean to become like this: a monster， a leviathan. a killer， a weapon of war. but i know nothing of peace， and what solace can i seek if not in blood?

…let me grab my coffee.

feel free .