Me head feels like it be bein squished by a steam roller.
Would you like some aspirin?
I get so drunk on airplanes that I step off and I literally have no idea what’s going on. Like, I woke up this morning and completely forgot that I had flown in late last night. —anyone got any aspirin?
That’s… I’ve got a couple.
You know what, I am at the point where I can fucking inhale your entirety within 3.7 seconds, but of course, I have to clarify for every dim fucking wit here. I wasn’t telling you to die, was I? No. I’m fucking telling you this for obvious reason. I’ve come back to Halifax for you for obvious reasons. But go on, bring those claws out.
I’m angry with you, Kieros. Just because you came back for me doesn’t change the fact that you left in the first place. You left. You didn’t say a damn thing! I promise that I’ll get over it eventually, but you have to give me a fucking chance! Just give me a fucking chance to process all of this, alright? I’m upset, and I have every right to be. And the least you could do is not give me a fucking attitude about everything.
I have no idea. Some.. Some bullshit RedBox romance or something.
Why would you voluntarily put yourself through that?
They killed one of my progenies, my blood. My Lorna. Lorna MacChoinnich, turned on the first of May in 1647 and becoming Lorna Kieros since she— Eerie es korakas, gamó.
Two hunters, staked her in the head and in the heart, and in return, I had them watch their bloodlines end.
Well. Can’t say I relate since succubi don’t have progenies or anything close to that, but… I’m sure that must’ve sucked. Excuse me? It’s usually hard to feel bad for someone when they’re being an asshole.
I bet that took a lot of time, yeah? You’re probably exhausted. Would you a hug? A shoulder to cry on? Maybe some soup.