thunder runs deep fear by its sound alone; mimicking a faithful night of two gunshots aimed at a fawn’s head. he was to become a trophy hunt, with glass eyes and calm expression, mounted above a fireplace. it is by the nature of fear that he seeks the comfort of another.
“Okay.. but you have to tell me what dare means first.”
it’s a somewhat relieving feeling – it causes pride to bloom upon both cheeks, scarlet red declaring it’s presence upon both cheeks, she likes telling other people what to do, what to say – what to think. but she’s not very knowledgable about the human culture, so she takes more pride in bragging about such knowledge.
❝ it’s part of a fun game. basically i tell you to do something & you have to do it & then i do the same.❞
