hannahsmarr

Dorian walked along the sidewalk, kicking at stones that were left thrown onto the concrete by passing motorists. He remembered when there was no sidewalks here, when there was merely dirt and grass to seperate the road from the shops, but then again, the road was little more than dirt itself. He was heading for the dock to get his boat to do a little fishing, when he decided to stop in for breakfast at the small bakery on the way. He looked in the window and smiled, he'd never seen her in there before. Yet she looked so eerily familiar. She slept in a chair in the corner, looking worn and ragged, but she was truly a work of art. He watched t

you were my escape, she whispered. he exhaled, smoke swirling away up towards the chimneys rooftop drama. I always did need a way out. so what were the drugs, he questions not caring then what she said anymore. breathes in nicotine and the bitter scent of her resignation didn't think you'd find those. DON'T SCREW WITH ME. his screams in his head. so that's it, then? I should go. no, he wanted to whisper. let me show you love. let me back you up against a wall let yourself pull me down onto the bed flip me, pin me, clasp my wrists to the sheets leave bruises against the column of my neck the color of those scars on the ins