zephyr
The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The lonesome organ grinder cries
"Not a fan'a gettin' caught in the rain," you grumble in reply, still glaring at the clouds as though that might encourage them to change direction and leave you be. Fat chance, but a boy can dream.
You did not expect so much venom when his husband is asked after. It's enough to make you raise a brow, glancing sidelong at the Ascended whose scar nearly matches your own. "Trouble in paradise?" Your tone is mild, though you make no effort to hide your disgust at the offered cigarette, wrinkling your nose in distaste. "What's even th'point? Can't taste or smell th'shit."
So Sunjata isn't here. Not sure if that's better or worse. Brow furrowed, you turn back to the water (wouldn't want to keep making eye contact, as if the two of you were friends). "Met a weird character in th' bar. An' wanted- had some stuff t'drop off." Is that bashfulness upon your face, an expression you try to hide by running your hand through your hair? Say it ain't so, Zephyr!
You did not expect so much venom when his husband is asked after. It's enough to make you raise a brow, glancing sidelong at the Ascended whose scar nearly matches your own. "Trouble in paradise?" Your tone is mild, though you make no effort to hide your disgust at the offered cigarette, wrinkling your nose in distaste. "What's even th'point? Can't taste or smell th'shit."
So Sunjata isn't here. Not sure if that's better or worse. Brow furrowed, you turn back to the water (wouldn't want to keep making eye contact, as if the two of you were friends). "Met a weird character in th' bar. An' wanted- had some stuff t'drop off." Is that bashfulness upon your face, an expression you try to hide by running your hand through your hair? Say it ain't so, Zephyr!
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
But it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you
But it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you
