#kevin & bianca: infernocte.

[lovekindled]

❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards .

“ give me the fucking bottle back, bianca. ” patience is quickly running dry, and it takes every bit of self-control not to snarl at her in the process. kevin's temper is a ticking time bomb, each second bringing them closer to the time of implosion. rationality wasn't going to win him the argument, that much was made clear by bianca's refusal to comply, and it's not long before he finds himself invading her personal space, the same way she'd invaded his to steal the vodka bottle from his hands.

he can feel the shove before her hands are even on his body, features turning quickly from annoyance to grim resignation. inside a mind full of torments, bianca was the epicenter of each disgrace. rotten roots poisoning everything in their way; kevin had no choice but to remove the infection completely. “ who the fuck do you think you are? in case you've forgotten: my mother is dead, so stop trying to act like it. ” the reminder most days is a bitter one, but right now he can't feel anything over the ringing of his own ears, something ugly crawling its way out of his throat. “ you're no one, nothing to me. how long until you understand and leave me the fuck alone? ”

⁽  ⠀  ♡  ⠀  ⁾ ⠀  loud and deafening silence   ,   accepting.

#he doesn't really mean it this is what happens when people don't let him drink in peace :/ #tw: alcoholism #kevin day: int. #kevin & bianca: infernocte. #infernocte