hxwlett:

she didn’t care, or at least that
was what she repeated to herself
as she approached him;
stealth was useless here.
he probably heard her from
blocks away but it still didn’t
change her silence.

           placing her hands into her pockets
           she cleared her throat to announce her arrival.

                        ❝you look…like crap.❞

      [ no response. ]

      right now, it wasn’t about
      anyone else — however
      much that sucked to know.
      he needed to focus.
      he may be the daywalker
      but he still had lusted for blood
      just like those who he longed to destroy.

      instead, eyes are upon the syringe in
      his hands, finding solace in the injection
      it gives his veins; eyes closing as teeth
      grind upon each other — pain to know pleasure.