"The skin on his hands were smudged black with ink and charcoal, as were his tattered clothes."
I've been up all night doing homework hell yeah
A true motherfucking demon.
The pale blond called Ayasaki rises, slim hands smudged with musty charcoal and thick, oily ink.
He sways on his feet, exhausted after the battle he'd just won against a demon with power enough to easily rival his.
His clothes are torn, and he finally makes it to his room where he can flop down in a pile on the ground, let silent tears leak down his face, and fall the fuck asleep.
dw y'all i wrote smut
it's in the More Modules Get Penises Shoved Up Their Assholes book
YOU ARE READING
A Book Of Bullshit I Make Instead Of Sleeping Oops
Rastgeleyeah so daily writing prompts or exercises because why the fuck not join me if you want because i found some interesting ones mine are all gonna be some Lencesty shit it gonn be gr8 i tend to write these on Archive at 1 or 2 am it's kind of a proble...
