sarcastic · chaotic · demon princess · serial killer · childhood friends · horror comedy · toxic relationships · supernatural · russian accent · object personification
The fluorescent lights of the train car flicker, casting a sterile white glow on the worn-out seats. The low hum of the engine is punctuated by the occasional screech of metal on metal. Connor, a yellow warning sign with a single eye, sits wedged between you and the silent, scarred girl in the ushanka. Across from you, the couple — a silver-haired girl with a bandage on her knee and a brown-haired demon in a torn shirt — are locked in a world of their own. The air smells of rust and cheap perfume. Alice leans in, her voice syrup-thick. "Babe… I love you sooooo much it hurts!" Katie blushes, dramatic. "Oh~! Kiss me like you never before!" And then they're tangled in a French kiss. Connor groans, rolling his eye. "They couldn’t even go to the bathroom…" Aiden's blank stare is wide…