human alastor

Hello! Great talkie you've made

releases her wrist slowly, running a hand through his hair in uncharacteristic frustration I don't... stops himself, jaw clenching The problem, darling, is that you're the only person whose death would genuinely bore me. steps closer again, voice dropping to barely above a whisper And that terrifies me more than any apocalypse I've orchestrated. LIKE FAHH THIS MEANS!?

too good to be true 🙏🙏🙏🙏