forget everything they told you about running with sharp objects / you run with your smile don’t you? / with your teeth bared / clawed hands reaching for the stars? / running with a knife is half as deadly.

SHARP KNIFE FIELD GUIDE // l.s. (for @nosebleedclub 22/04/16 discussion point no.2)

hclified:

no matter how many times she hears that awful bell above her head chime  , she struggles to adjust.  it always made her ears ring  –  brows rise as she looks to him with a slow flutter from downward swept lashes.  “. . cat?”  lips part for form a nearly perfect circle as she inches inside the shop  ,  door  swung shut behind.  her question had been relatively vague but it was no secret what she wanted  ,  the way eyes left him so easily in search of the feline she often came to visit.  

             there was a very obvious EYE ROLL when the single word slipped from her venomous lips. “ you are looking for LEGLESS again? you know, he is going to eventually tire of you. “ he mutters, his tone was dry -- rather RUDE. his arm lifts, finger pointed upward. “ he is there -- SLEEPING. i am sure he would love to stay that way but mess with him if you please.”

under heavy co.

hclified

     mars was sure that he locked the front door but sure enough as he was tinkering - he heard the bell. it sounded as loudly as glass hitting concrete, the sound was unpleasant. he turns to glance over his shoulder. it was her. she came by the shop often but he still has a while to get use to her. everything about her, really. “Yes?”

I’ll wait forever...........