Just some trash collected from the dusty, crumpled papers lying in my drawer. I know, I should've trash canned them aeons ago but here I am, publishing them on Wattpad. Stab me.
A pair of eccentric blue eyes. White shirt soaked with fresh blood. That's all it took for Seth Zashton to convince Amethyst Maeve that he had something- no, a LOT going on in that little mind of his. But that's not even a part of the problem since he grew up with a bunch of cannibalistic black magicians whose hobby...