blastedbackbone-archive whispered:

""We both know how this ends.""

blastedbackbone:

hanakotobawakodoku:

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“Oh, aye. We do.” Eric summoned his scythe with a sweep of his arm and broke into a horrible grin. His grip tightened on the handle. “If it’s me ‘r ye, kid, yer the one tha’s no’ gonna make it tae tomorrow!" 

Slowly, Ezra lowered his weapon, the muzzle of his gun tracing the curve of his jaw until it rested upon his upper lip. “… Free.”

“Free?” Eric watched him, curiously now. His eyes followed that gun closely before lingering over the other’s cold gaze. 

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