He Xuan, passing their phone to Shi Qingxuan: I'm passing the phone to someone, who if I had to choose between hanging out with them, and having my organs removed one by one, I’d choose the organs.
Shi Qingxuan, passing the phone back to He Xuan: I'm passing the phone to my best friend!
He stands over their sleeping figure, his shadow drowning the pictures on the wall that represented their life since he had left them to die. A river of blood loops into a knot between his fingers, spills over the alabaster of their skin, and loops into a knot around their fingers as well, binding them across the barrier of life and death.
God and Ghost. God and thief. Ghost and mortal.
- butchered, tongueless by @aerialights ( twitter )