we need love, but all we want is danger.
we team up, then switch sides like a record changer
we team up, then switch sides like a record changer
The changing of the times brings her out of the woodwork. She's always been there, lingering, lurking. Best not to focus your pretty little heads on the details, it'll only get confusing.
"This is certainly a look, Wes." Mara says with a velvety purr of approval that she doesn't for a second mean. She gets it, of course. A little hideaway where the dogooders and their ilk can't come a'knocking, but gods if this isn't the most cliche baby-sitter club bullshit. They should be in a fucking tower, or somewhere with heads on spikes. Something that gets theblood fluid going.
But you know times haven't been easy, and demigoddess or not, Wessex has gotten the short end of just about every stick. Rather than sitting, you opt to lurk in a particularly shadowy corner of the room with your arms crossed.
"This is certainly a look, Wes." Mara says with a velvety purr of approval that she doesn't for a second mean. She gets it, of course. A little hideaway where the dogooders and their ilk can't come a'knocking, but gods if this isn't the most cliche baby-sitter club bullshit. They should be in a fucking tower, or somewhere with heads on spikes. Something that gets the
But you know times haven't been easy, and demigoddess or not, Wessex has gotten the short end of just about every stick. Rather than sitting, you opt to lurk in a particularly shadowy corner of the room with your arms crossed.
the rumours are terrible and cruel, but, honey most of them are true
