gold on your fingertips, fingertips against my cheek

HOSTAGE BY BILLIE EILISH BABEY

also... chareed? chareed. bitch

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Charity expected Greed's blood to be red.

Not the flowing, golden ichor that burns the touch, not the metallic substance that Greed's fingers were coated in.

"What... what happened?" Charity asked softly, crouching down. His partner's clothes and floor was drenched in the golden liquid, and Greed was pale.

She smiled and touched Charity's cheek with the blood-stained fingers.

"Oh, I got stabbed."

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thats def how she would react tho lmfao

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