ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ 𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 | | 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚃𝚘 𝙼𝚢 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 #THECROW | ⠀ 𓉸 • Dark themes • Retweet

"I'm not even sure why we're stuck in here messing about. We don't even know each other for a start." Let's see if they could get on the right track. "What should I call you?"

"That's a shade dark, isn't it?" But who was he to judge? Just look at 𝙝𝙞𝙢.. "You must be joking, right?"

Seemed she'd wrapped herself in a cloak of doubt, hadn't she? Might as well unravel her thoughts and lay it all bare, yeah? "What's it all about?"

It's a symbol of strength for him. Represents a turning point in his life. Having sorted his business, he flung the blood-soaked shotgun to the floor and gave the stranger a thorough look, wondering how long she'd been hanging about in the doorway.

⠀⠀ — @wwetdreams : "How can I possibly trust you? After all you've done." Nightmare Knives' reputation was as tarnished as a rusty old penny, and it wasn’t hard to see why.

⠀⠀ — @Devil__Doctor : "How long have you been standing there?" Draven fixed the stranger with a watchful gaze. The man had been standing so still, he could be mistaken for a bloody statue.

⠀⠀ — @CRUCIFIXCALLED : "So why's it so important anyway?" Draven cast a critical eye over the bustling crowd, as if expecting an earth-shattering revelation.

⠀⠀ — @ofslayeriisms : "We can't keep going on like this," he said, the weight of the situation hanging heavy in the air, as if the very walls were eavesdropping on their little debacle. It was high time they sorted their heads out.

⠀⠀ — @OfFatale : "Are you going to kill me?" He fixed the stranger with a steely gaze, a flicker of disbelief dancing in his eyes.

⠀⠀ — @_HARRENWITCH_ : "It's not like you can stop me." Draven was as good as a runaway train, no amount of words was going to bring him to a grinding halt.

⠀⠀ — @caninevain : "Why are you laughing? This is a very serious situation." Draven shot her a withering glance, the weight of the moment hanging heavy in the air as if a storm was about to brew.

⠀⠀ — @huntersorrows : "I've seen you before, walking by." He'd seen her before, trundling past like clockwork, always in a hurry yet somehow oblivious to the world around her.

⠀⠀ — @LONER_ALONE_ : "We can't fix this, can we?" Draven quirked an eyebrow, dark gaze fixed on the sprawling wreckage before him, the weight of inevitability hanging in the air like a thick fog.

⠀⠀ — @slashiiings : Some risks are worth taking, even if it means putting her neck on the line and hoping for the best.

⠀⠀ — @odetodon : "I'll believe it when I see it." Draven always had a knack for scepticism, always looking for proof before swallowing anything that was dished up to him.

⠀⠀ — @petitepaci : "Chin up." Change isn't easy, as Draven well knew. It takes a proper lump in the throat and a hefty shove to nudge one's comfort zone aside.

⠀⠀ — @illicitings : "Come on, it can't be that bad." He said, giving the stranger in the corner a sidelong look, who seemed to have the weight of the world on her shoulders.

⠀⠀ — @ANG3LIFIED : "You look like you just saw a ghost," he observed, a sombre look etched on his face as he settled back against the crumbling wall.

⠀⠀ — @BEL0VEDGH0STS : "Whose toes have you stepped on this time around?" He took stock of the disarray, his eyes narrowing like they were on a mission, noting the chaos strewn about like breadcrumbs in a dark tale.

⠀⠀ — @VampirestQueen : Propped against the rain-drenched walls of the alley, his silhouette flickered in the faint light. Glancing off into the shadows, he mused, "Was that an old mate of yours?"