This is part 1 of a collection. Decided to create a special little week where everyday I make a picture with gray vs. color. (I’ll post two pics on one day to make up for missing Monday i swear.) Starting the week off on a Tuesday with my old favorite, Stony. WHO SHOULD I DO NEXT!?!?!?!?!? comment your requesssttsss
Steve can taste Tony’s blood on his lips, metallic, and sharp; it’s wrong and biting, almost acrid. He cries because that’s all he can taste on those still lips.
Suddenly, those still lips move and there’s a thin, strained whisper. “You didn’t think you’d get rid of me that easy, did you?” Steve cries harder because all he can taste on those lips is Tony’s sweet breath.