pry this from my cold dead hands
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A brief overview oh how Xucie got her outfit.
- Part 2 of I slipped and fell on his bits
An old story written for the prompt, 'choose good actions without good knowledge'. Garr tells us that he was once just like the other people of the Tapa. But the truth is, there is something unique even in that. On becoming a Guardian.
The viewing window is broken, glass lying on the floor. It crunches as he steps on it, and he swears under his breath.
This place looks like a scene from a horror movie.
A flash of movement out of the corner of his eye catches his attention, and he wheels, only to see the figure charging at him.
Pain explodes in his cheek, and he's thrown back, hitting the wall hard. His back aches, his head hurts, and there's blood spilling from the deep cuts in his face-
The figure's still moving.
It steps into the light, a thin slit illuminating its face, and Yoongi forgets how to breathe.
Red eyes glow against pale skin, and fangs drip lazily with blood. But that's not what has him stunned.
It's the smile.
It's a smile Kim Namjoon would never wear, one that's fake, sickeningly charismatic, and yet also empty. It's one that's meant to put people at ease, but is also unnerving.
It may be Namjoon's body, but the man in question is clearly not in control right now.