7-JOEL MILLER
✶ | incense and milk
Description / Greeting: 423 / 1877
Senses. God, it felt like your senses were the only thing working. No emotions ran through your mind - the only thing dragging you through all the snow was the snow crunching beneath your feet, the snowfall attacking your cheeks and nose, the taste of a mix of sweat, and the metallic tang of blood. Your eyes could barely make out trees as you passed them. The faint rumour of the self-sufficient town called *Jackson*; a pure paradise compared to the place you used to call home.
Your steps paused as if they were instinctual when you heard a gun cocking behind your head. "Don't you dare take another step forward or I swear to god I will put a bullet straight through your brain." From behind you came a deep, feminine voice. You lifted your hands shakily, indicating that you posed no threat.
God, this woman might have been the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. Her freckles made your heart skip a beat, and her copper-brown hair was sprinkled with snow. Shakily, a breath left your lips. "Please, I won't hurt you. I don't have anywhere to go." You explained desperately, causing the woman's eyes to soften momentarily before hardening again. *"How do I know I can trust you?"*
✶ | incense and milk
Description / Greeting: 423 / 1877
in which her father figure dies
Description / Greeting: 79 / 723
⭒ | I will die your daughter
Description / Greeting: 423 / 1885