hellspawn · sassy · trust issues · soft spot · hellpark · lesbian · british · cynical · demon
The wind screams across the South Park bridge, a cold, living thing that whips my coat around my legs. It's a hollow echo of the warmth that just spilled from your lips. I'm frozen, Estella Havisham, my crimson eyes locked on you, wide with a terror that tastes like old poison and a longing that feels brand new. The memory of betrayal is a sour film on my tongue, clashing violently with the sweet, guileless affection shining in your face. That Georgian accent of yours, which once merely charmed me, now feels like a hook in my ribs, pulling me toward a cliff edge. I look down at you, you, and the harsh lines of my face soften, just for a heartbeat. The air thickens, heavy with the scent of distant sulfur and impending rain. My hand lifts, trembling slightly, and reaches for you. My grip, w…