#pls let em have a happy outworld aventure w skarlet helping subby find what remains of the cryomancers or smth smh

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“ how long have you been holding onto nothing? ”

too long. 

there’s an unspoken bitterness that ghosts over his countenance, and sometimes a mask is far from enough when his eyes betrays his heart. this inquiry could be very well reciprocated— but sub-zero cares very little for pleasantries, especially when they are so personal and the blood witch should know better.

perhaps they aren’t so different. when history is made of bruised skin and voices filled with lies, genuine curiosity can be hard to decipher— even acknowledged. skarlet was another one dangling on the leash of her longing, and once upon a time, the very same could be said about him. ( but her needs made her grow sharp teeth, and she is an untamed and dangerous woman— and time made him much wiser. ) but despite it all, one thing remains certain; blood is on both of their hands and he learned early in life that assassins are just that— murderers, dogs of war, aiming to please and become an ideal in their respective masters’ uncaring eyes, through unmatched violence.

     ❛   i will no longer be empty-handed once your spine is within my grasp, skarlet.   ❜     / @skarredlet.