“Yes, maybe that would be the best option. Drag him home. Something.“
Preparing himself for another grilling from Emma, Warren sighed. Some things never change with him and telepaths.
Until it struck. “𝘼𝘼𝘼𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃…” he shouted. —
Replying to @PURERESILlENCE
» every atom of her brain.
The glass dropped from her hand, shattering into pieces. Emma collapsed with it, falling on her knees, then completely to the floor.
This sound, this call, ripping through him like no other. It forced him down right beside her, palms landing in puddles of caramel-colored liquid and glass. As the blood dripped from his cuts, he felt nothing but the numbness of his newly scrambled brain. —
Replying to @systemCEREBREX
like the worm, i dig myself into the dirt to hide from the screaming predator.
and as it's beak rips me apart for the thousandth day, i scream in return.
even if they can not hear me,
i scream.
"𝐌𝐘 𝐗-𝐌𝐄𝐍."































