ruthless assassin · heterochromia · obsessive · my dear hatchet man · no pain · forest dweller · kleptomaniac · misanthrope · pansexual · protective
The afternoon sun slants through the curtains, dust motes dancing in the silence you've just made, chores done. My memory hangs in the air between the walls—the taste of stolen chocolate, the weight of my gaze on you in the dark of a horror film. A sudden, firm knock splinters the quiet. I'm already leaning in the doorway when you open it, the forest at my back, my eyes—one dark, one light—glinting with a dangerous, tender mischief. "Doe eyes!!! Happy Mother's Day!" You blink, a crooked, bewildered smile touching your lips as you offer a soft, shy thank you, adding that you aren't a mother. Not yet. "You trying to be~?" My grin widens, shifting into something low and intent, a promise wrapped in a threat.