by xXReaperIFFXx » Fri May 01, 2015 2:01 pm
Diesel woke up and yawned. She went to go make her coffee and realized she was out. She sighed and put on some slippers and walked over to Kenzie's house and knocked on the door. "Can I borrow some coffee?" She asked
Jack looked around and rubbed her eyes. "How long was I asleep?" She asked

Hey, I'm Reaper. I roleplay
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i don’t know how to tell him that if angels could speak their voice would be the color of his eyes, that if there’s something unholy it’s how much my hands shake when he’s laughing, that the last time i looked at him i forgot how to breathe properly and yes i want to sin when he’s around but he’s the temple of my salvation, the bruised knees, the ache of holiness in a small body. us; bruised hearts, bruised skin, bruised dignity. we crawl back to each other like we forgot the ascent into hell from the last time. every time a bell rings an angel gains their wings, but every time my phone rings and you name lights up on the screen i can feel my chance at redemption slipping further and further away.