►      HARLEQUIN.

          tip of tongue is run along RAZOR’S EDGE of exposed canines. dollface girl, not one for SUBTLETY, the moment’s silence is short-lived ; interrupted by SHRILL giggles of well-trained weapon, resonance against hollow flesh of ROTTEN innards. perfume of ambiguous chemicals is poignant, enough to dampen WEAK eyes. and yet neither quiver in place, notably accustomed to the SHARED scent.   ❛ oh, i like you. ❜

❰   liked for a starter   //   @gunkanjiima ❱

        a FAMILIAR scent is what doth draw the lion forth from his place before her:  c h e m i c a l  – both outward and inward – until an elongated gait may bring him CLOSE..
                 ( dangerously close, but for whom–? could not any moment trigger what explosives inevitably lie within their GUTS && obliterate them both–? ) 

       closer and CLOSER still, until he may indulge in what stale bubblegum notes radiate from her tongue; until an elongated digit need barely be raised to trace along the edge of porcelain jaw,

                            ❛       IS THAT RIGHT–? ..- hm - how about you tell me again; and do try not to lose your head. ❜