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❝𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨, 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚.❞
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₊ ⊹ well, Philip certainly wasn't expecting this. his mind was going hammer with guesses, but it seemed none of them were correct.
a pistol? what was she doing with such a weapon, and why? he should've just stayed away from her stuff.
was she actually prepared to kill people for him?
that sounds bad, that sounds so abysmal.
but the way his heart feels. it's like it's jumping around his ribcage from how elated he feels.
this wasn't right, though. he shouldn't let this get to his head.
can you blame him? he hasn't talked to a human being apart from Damien, and he's not really ticking all of the criteria to being a human, in so so long.
he'd say it's been years, so to have someone suddenly show such lengths of doing deficient acts for him, makes him feel like he's all alive all over again.
instead of the silent no longer present beats of his heart, it feels like it was sprinkled back to life, much more alive than ever.
the blonde boy was deprived in all of the affection departments, more than he'd like to admit, so, of course, this had a huge effect on him.
