#godsdeal / 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯. — 01

[hellmartyr]

why are you helping me ? — @redtothemax / angsty prompts

❝ 𝐈’𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓, 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃, ❞ the skin around eddie’s eyes bunched in response to the toothy rays of a cloudless day. even the forearm held aloft, manufacturing a broad strip of shade, wasn’t enough to spare the man predisposed to gloom.

��     ❝ this whole physical therapy thing is all you, ❞ eddie wound patches of grass like a dog circling its bed. carbonated contents crackled as the drink in hand swiveled with every step. with no satisfactory sweet spot to be shuffled into, he capitulated to the sun’s demand that he stand there like a dunce.

      ❝ i’m just here to cheer you on. just, pardon the lack of pom-poms. ❞ arms fanned out apologetically, ❝ apparently they don’t come in black. ❞