by xXReaperIFFXx » Fri May 01, 2015 2:20 pm
Jack stretched, having been in the same position for quite a while. She popped her back and stood up. "I chose coffee yesterday, and that didn't turn out. So your turn."
Diesel nodded. "I can't actually become an animal, but I can make people believe whatever I want. I can even make people think I look like an animal or a different person."

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.