zephyr
Trust? Nah, you don't trust her even a little, not with this. Not a commentary on the Witch- you don't trust much of anyone these days, not the way you used to. Trust her not to kick you when you're down, or not to steal your shit, or to give you a good time? Sure.
Trust her with your secrets? Pfffft. Nope.
And yet here you go. A part of you states that this is a terrible idea, but that piece is currently sinking down to your toes and you're floating up above the dock, looking down on your impending disaster and feeling blissfully detached. Reaching over to run a finger down Vervain's thigh, you hum a note as though considering whether or not to recant.
Eh. Fuck it. Whaddya got to lose?
(everything)
"Sekrit is that... I wish I never met you." There's something stark and bizarre about these objectively cruel words spoken in such a calm, almost dreamy tone. "That I hadn't gone out an' I hadn't sat by ya an' ya hadn't given me a drink an' we hadn't had great fuckin' sex. I wish none'a that had happn'd. That's th'sekrit." Your hand hasn't abandoned its almost affectionate caress of her thigh, still strangely in contrast with your words. Oh, Zephyr, you poor disaster. You're going to have so many regrets when tomorrow comes.
Trust her with your secrets? Pfffft. Nope.
And yet here you go. A part of you states that this is a terrible idea, but that piece is currently sinking down to your toes and you're floating up above the dock, looking down on your impending disaster and feeling blissfully detached. Reaching over to run a finger down Vervain's thigh, you hum a note as though considering whether or not to recant.
Eh. Fuck it. Whaddya got to lose?
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"Sekrit is that... I wish I never met you." There's something stark and bizarre about these objectively cruel words spoken in such a calm, almost dreamy tone. "That I hadn't gone out an' I hadn't sat by ya an' ya hadn't given me a drink an' we hadn't had great fuckin' sex. I wish none'a that had happn'd. That's th'sekrit." Your hand hasn't abandoned its almost affectionate caress of her thigh, still strangely in contrast with your words. Oh, Zephyr, you poor disaster. You're going to have so many regrets when tomorrow comes.
burn all the things you have to burn
save all the people you're supposed to save
save all the people you're supposed to save
