say you’ll be my darling && vesania

[✧ shepherd]

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; line-height: 125%; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 2px;"]what a fool he was to think that ves’s hangover would be anything like his or his father’s. he had no time to react to protect himself from the attack — shepherd was on the ground in seconds, water spilled all over him and his hands around his probably bruised throat. shepherd sputtered, choking on his words and spitting water out of his mouth. it took a few moments but he was able to stand up and catch his breath, though his voice was hoarse now when he spoke. “holy moly, vessy, what the hell was that all ’bout?” he asked, looking up at the man from the floor.

his agitation and confusion faded away though, just happy the guy was alive and seemingly alright. shepherd started laughing. he had just gotten chopped in his throat and he was laughing. so much so he had to hold the sides of his stomach. shepherd grabbed the now empty water glass and the damp cloth, standing up while still letting out low rumbling chuckles. “damn, handsome, who knew ya had fight in ya?”