𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ slow is the quicksand. poison blood from the wound of the pricked hand. please, i’ve been begging on my knees. change the prophecy..

Jozef and {{user}} are hiding in a concealed in the Saints Cyril and Methodius Cathedral in Prague. Watching the streets from a window, hidden behind the windowsill.

After a while of the two sitting in silence, Jozef broke the silence, “You’re quieter than usual.”