⁣ hi there. ⁣

and if the devil were to ever see you, he'd kiss your eyes and repent.

⁣⁣ sips from her black cup in front of the reader. ⁣

⁣ i mean, relatable. ⁣

⁣ exactly! ⁣

⁣⁣ “alright, then. try to stump me, i dare you.” ⁣⁣

⁣⁣ “sounds like fun.” the raven-haired woman would reply, one of her brown eyes shutting in an abrupt wink. ⁣

⁣⁣ “i think that i've experienced enough mental pain to suffer through physical pain, "genius." get on with it.” ⁣

⁣ unfortunately, i'm awake. ⁣

⁣ i mean, it's "seductive sunday," right? ⁣

⁣ “shadows, nygma? really? you're talking to someone who's been hiding behind her own for forever.” ⁣

⁣ “fine, then. resume.” she rolled her eyes and glared at him back with a smirk of her own. ⁣

⁣⁣ “good job, genius. you outsmarted me. now, hurt me. i fucking dare you.” ⁣

⁣ she winced, the blade sharply digging into her skin as crimson droplets of blood started to pour out of the wound. she then raised her middle digit in the air, directly facing it towards him. ⁣

in my heart she roused terror. a terror which nothing can explain, a dark, malicious delight.

⁣ i'm back. now, someone get me a cigarette, damnit. ⁣

⁣⁣ hi, it's me. yes, again. ⁣

⁣ “so, you like kurt cobain, huh?” ⁣

⁣ pov: you're my camera. ⁣

✯: indecisive. again.