Mastbos, Breda, Netherlands.
Photography by Sonja Krzeminski
█⋮▌—ooc;-【 /drags my corpse online at 2 fucking a.m like the trash I am./ HHHhhhh yes hey hi hello someone should message me uh 】
it sounded as if maka enjoyed it. crona didn’t enjoy
those kinds of exercises, it wasn’t something the
meister could handle. too many memories of ‘tests’
and ‘practices’ were unpleasant to remember.
' y-yeah. sorry. '
crona should have known. maka was different. maka
wasn’t so easily taken down.
It wasn’t in their nature to be disruptive, a small conclusion she
held within a matter of seconds. If it were anyone else whom favored
to playful such as Soul or BlackStar then the possibility of dismissing
the person out was high; Yet she kept to herself, knowing better. The
tip of her tongue swiped over her lower lip, features remaining stoic.
Inquiry dotted over the complex mind; Wondering what he was doing
here of all places.
I shouldn’t have scared
you like that and been
more c a r e f u l . ❞