had my doubts but i let them out
you are the drought
'Open the door, Sunjata.'
Maybe it's mean to taunt him like this, but the truth is I'm still a little salty about the whole oh hey I fucked the midwife thing. And what's the ability to illusionary sounds for, if not to torment your cheating dickwad of a boyfriend with creepy, disembodied voice telling him to abandon his post?
Not that I keep it up for too long. He looks so fucking mopey over there, guarding the door like a good little soldier while I take my post behind the bar, mixing up his favorite, whiskey neat with a dash of bitters. I make another one for myself and slide his across the bar, leaning over the wooden counter and placing my head on my hands. "It almost feels like being home during the worst of the fighting, doesn't it?"
Maybe it's mean to taunt him like this, but the truth is I'm still a little salty about the whole oh hey I fucked the midwife thing. And what's the ability to illusionary sounds for, if not to torment your cheating dickwad of a boyfriend with creepy, disembodied voice telling him to abandon his post?
Not that I keep it up for too long. He looks so fucking mopey over there, guarding the door like a good little soldier while I take my post behind the bar, mixing up his favorite, whiskey neat with a dash of bitters. I make another one for myself and slide his across the bar, leaning over the wooden counter and placing my head on my hands. "It almost feels like being home during the worst of the fighting, doesn't it?"
and i'm the holy water
you have been without
LusEA
