I'll always steal your cigarettes. (Ocs x gender-neutral reader)
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  • Parts 3
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Ongoing, First published Oct 17, 2021
Mature
He breathed heavily, an abnormal site to see from a young composed man himself. His rough hand dug into the gaping wound, a pool of blood gushed between his fingers, slipping threw his cracked nails. The silence was heavy, an itching feeling he craved for hours. 

He murmurs to himself, "You were so beautiful, you should have never gotten involved with someone like me. It's only human to search for beauty, to be toyed and played with is human." He felt his hand quiver from excitement as he grabs the saw-blade, the burning imagine engraved into his brain.

"... but to corrupt and destroy is also human." 







The characters, Edgar, Jasper, and Sean (Miles) all belong to Koda/Kvva 
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A majority of the pictures drawn belong to me.



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