myricds:

          there’s a routine to what she does ——a procedure practiced until perfected. she knows the steps necessary to ensure that at the end of the day, that need is sated, her nerves are in check, and most importantly —–she doesn’t get caught. maybe it’s a crutch, an extra vice that she doesn’t really need to complete the task, just one more addiction to hang her hat on at the end of the night. but once she’s done, she always has a smoke, and today — if the rummaging through her bag and coming up with nothing is any indication — she’s left her fucking lighter somewhere that is very obviously not on her person.   ❛  hey ——  ❜    she’s observant, has to be if everything is going to turn out right, and he’s been lurking. well, if he’s going to be a creep about it, he might as well make himself useful.   ❛  you pretending to be a statue, or you wanna put me outta my misery and offer me a light ?  ❜    //   @hellfirebound​  ———  s.c.

         _{❛ or, i  could put you out of your misery… permanently. ❜ a simple threat that could become a fact, but only if ky thought it was absolutely needed. for the moment, it was just words, and yet his mood could change drastically with-in a few moments.  ❛ a light, ❜ he said, folding his arms across his chest,  ❛ won’t do much – might give you some  relief now, but it doesn’t last long. you’ll always want another one. ❜ or maybe that was just his experience in the matter. either way, he pulled out a small lighter he kept on hand (even though he didn’t really need one ).  ❛ – here. ❜}