“Oh my god. This is insane. Do you have any name ideas? Do you have any information about it at all? Tabaxi gestation takes eight months, but I don’t know exactly how long it might take for you guys…” Mauric seems super excited about this.
“I barely learned about it today, I don’t know how to feel other than incredibly anxious. I might be deflecting with preparing for your wedding. I don’t know what to do now that I’ve processed it.” He says gaining a distant stare in his eyes “I think I might be more scared of this than anything I’ve ever experienced.”
“Well I can be sure you’ll do great. And if you try and walk out on your kid and your girlfriend, I’ll cut out your spine.” He says cheerfully.
“If I walk out on both of them I’ll end up getting myself smited.” He says sitting on the table outside of the tavern “I really might be afraid, but I will never betray them. Not this time.” He suddenly gets a thousand yard stare.
“…this time?” Mauric asks quietly.
He shakes his head to clear the stare “Not the time, will you be the godfather if I die?”
“Of course, man. I got you.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Oh my god. This is insane. Do you have any name ideas? Do you have any information about it at all? Tabaxi gestation takes eight months, but I don’t know exactly how long it might take for you guys…” Mauric seems super excited about this.
“I barely learned about it today, I don’t know how to feel other than incredibly anxious. I might be deflecting with preparing for your wedding. I don’t know what to do now that I’ve processed it.” He says gaining a distant stare in his eyes “I think I might be more scared of this than anything I’ve ever experienced.”
“Well I can be sure you’ll do great. And if you try and walk out on your kid and your girlfriend, I’ll cut out your spine.” He says cheerfully.
“If I walk out on both of them I’ll end up getting myself smited.” He says sitting on the table outside of the tavern “I really might be afraid, but I will never betray them. Not this time.” He suddenly gets a thousand yard stare.
“…this time?” Mauric asks quietly.
He shakes his head to clear the stare “Not the time, will you be the godfather if I die?”
“Of course, man. I got you.”
“Thank you Mauric, because one of these times I might die and not get back up.”
“Oh my god. This is insane. Do you have any name ideas? Do you have any information about it at all? Tabaxi gestation takes eight months, but I don’t know exactly how long it might take for you guys…” Mauric seems super excited about this.
“I barely learned about it today, I don’t know how to feel other than incredibly anxious. I might be deflecting with preparing for your wedding. I don’t know what to do now that I’ve processed it.” He says gaining a distant stare in his eyes “I think I might be more scared of this than anything I’ve ever experienced.”
“Well I can be sure you’ll do great. And if you try and walk out on your kid and your girlfriend, I’ll cut out your spine.” He says cheerfully.
“If I walk out on both of them I’ll end up getting myself smited.” He says sitting on the table outside of the tavern “I really might be afraid, but I will never betray them. Not this time.” He suddenly gets a thousand yard stare.
“…this time?” Mauric asks quietly.
He shakes his head to clear the stare “Not the time, will you be the godfather if I die?”
“Of course, man. I got you.”
“Thank you Mauric, because one of these times I might die and not get back up.”
“Well I’m sure there’s a few people around here who can resurrect you, right?” He smiles hopefully. “Also… why did you eat that god heart to begin with?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Oh my god. This is insane. Do you have any name ideas? Do you have any information about it at all? Tabaxi gestation takes eight months, but I don’t know exactly how long it might take for you guys…” Mauric seems super excited about this.
“I barely learned about it today, I don’t know how to feel other than incredibly anxious. I might be deflecting with preparing for your wedding. I don’t know what to do now that I’ve processed it.” He says gaining a distant stare in his eyes “I think I might be more scared of this than anything I’ve ever experienced.”
“Well I can be sure you’ll do great. And if you try and walk out on your kid and your girlfriend, I’ll cut out your spine.” He says cheerfully.
“If I walk out on both of them I’ll end up getting myself smited.” He says sitting on the table outside of the tavern “I really might be afraid, but I will never betray them. Not this time.” He suddenly gets a thousand yard stare.
“…this time?” Mauric asks quietly.
He shakes his head to clear the stare “Not the time, will you be the godfather if I die?”
“Of course, man. I got you.”
“Thank you Mauric, because one of these times I might die and not get back up.”
“Well I’m sure there’s a few people around here who can resurrect you, right?” He smiles hopefully. “Also… why did you eat that god heart to begin with?”
“My soul was broken, and because it was broken I was destined to die in a year. Maybe it was supposed to fix it, and maybe it did, but now I don’t know if it’s better now.” He says shaking his head “It doesn’t matter, everything is fine, I will be fine.”
Once the burning remains of the Red Plate is nothing more than charcoal, a figure stands amongst the wreckage, watching the final flames burn into nothingness. He is big, about 8'2, with his entire body covered. He wears a full profession chefs outfit made of black fabric with a golden sigil of 'Gluttony' stitched on his collar. He has three heads, each covered by a black balaclava, a golden skull mask covering their faces. He fixes the gloves on his hands, thinking.
Multiple shadowy creatures emerge from the wreckage, distorted and limping. The man looks up and nods "Find the (GP)'s friend then find the one who decided to hunt him. If you don't, consider yourselves the meals for tomorrow." He said, his Russian accent thick, snapping his fingers.
“Oh my god. This is insane. Do you have any name ideas? Do you have any information about it at all? Tabaxi gestation takes eight months, but I don’t know exactly how long it might take for you guys…” Mauric seems super excited about this.
“I barely learned about it today, I don’t know how to feel other than incredibly anxious. I might be deflecting with preparing for your wedding. I don’t know what to do now that I’ve processed it.” He says gaining a distant stare in his eyes “I think I might be more scared of this than anything I’ve ever experienced.”
“Well I can be sure you’ll do great. And if you try and walk out on your kid and your girlfriend, I’ll cut out your spine.” He says cheerfully.
“If I walk out on both of them I’ll end up getting myself smited.” He says sitting on the table outside of the tavern “I really might be afraid, but I will never betray them. Not this time.” He suddenly gets a thousand yard stare.
“…this time?” Mauric asks quietly.
He shakes his head to clear the stare “Not the time, will you be the godfather if I die?”
“Of course, man. I got you.”
“Thank you Mauric, because one of these times I might die and not get back up.”
“Well I’m sure there’s a few people around here who can resurrect you, right?” He smiles hopefully. “Also… why did you eat that god heart to begin with?”
“My soul was broken, and because it was broken I was destined to die in a year. Maybe it was supposed to fix it, and maybe it did, but now I don’t know if it’s better now.” He says shaking his head “It doesn’t matter, everything is fine, I will be fine.”
“I’d think that would kill any mortal… maybe you’re something else? But something that’s… ‘incompatible’ with godly stuff, so to speak?”
Once the burning remains of the Red Plate is nothing more than charcoal, a figure stands amongst the wreckage, watching the final flames burn into nothingness. He is big, about 8'2, with his entire body covered. He wears a full profession chefs outfit made of black fabric with a golden sigil of 'Gluttony' stitched on his collar. He has three heads, each covered by a black balaclava, a golden skull mask covering their faces. He fixes the gloves on his hands, thinking.
Multiple shadowy creatures emerge from the wreckage, distorted and limping. The man looks up and nods "Find the (GP)'s friend then find the one who decided to hunt him. If you don't, consider yourselves the meals for tomorrow." He said, his Russian accent thick, snapping his fingers.
"Yes Chef!" They say and disappear.
* o o f *
The Larry is heading to the Red Plate anyway, to try and find the corpse pit.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Oh my god. This is insane. Do you have any name ideas? Do you have any information about it at all? Tabaxi gestation takes eight months, but I don’t know exactly how long it might take for you guys…” Mauric seems super excited about this.
“I barely learned about it today, I don’t know how to feel other than incredibly anxious. I might be deflecting with preparing for your wedding. I don’t know what to do now that I’ve processed it.” He says gaining a distant stare in his eyes “I think I might be more scared of this than anything I’ve ever experienced.”
“Well I can be sure you’ll do great. And if you try and walk out on your kid and your girlfriend, I’ll cut out your spine.” He says cheerfully.
“If I walk out on both of them I’ll end up getting myself smited.” He says sitting on the table outside of the tavern “I really might be afraid, but I will never betray them. Not this time.” He suddenly gets a thousand yard stare.
“…this time?” Mauric asks quietly.
He shakes his head to clear the stare “Not the time, will you be the godfather if I die?”
“Of course, man. I got you.”
“Thank you Mauric, because one of these times I might die and not get back up.”
“Well I’m sure there’s a few people around here who can resurrect you, right?” He smiles hopefully. “Also… why did you eat that god heart to begin with?”
“My soul was broken, and because it was broken I was destined to die in a year. Maybe it was supposed to fix it, and maybe it did, but now I don’t know if it’s better now.” He says shaking his head “It doesn’t matter, everything is fine, I will be fine.”
“I’d think that would kill any mortal… maybe you’re something else? But something that’s… ‘incompatible’ with godly stuff, so to speak?”
He stops for a second “That… might be true, but I don’t know to do about it. It doesn’t matter now, gods couldn’t kill me, devils couldn’t kill me, if I die you’ll live for me.” He says, drinking his mug down and getting another.
Once the burning remains of the Red Plate is nothing more than charcoal, a figure stands amongst the wreckage, watching the final flames burn into nothingness. He is big, about 8'2, with his entire body covered. He wears a full profession chefs outfit made of black fabric with a golden sigil of 'Gluttony' stitched on his collar. He has three heads, each covered by a black balaclava, a golden skull mask covering their faces. He fixes the gloves on his hands, thinking.
Multiple shadowy creatures emerge from the wreckage, distorted and limping. The man looks up and nods "Find the (GP)'s friend then find the one who decided to hunt him. If you don't, consider yourselves the meals for tomorrow." He said, his Russian accent thick, snapping his fingers.
"Yes Chef!" They say and disappear.
* o o f *
The Larry is heading to the Red Plate anyway, to try and find the corpse pit.
One of the shadows grabs him by the arm (The Shadow acts as a Dimensional Shackles when touching someone.) He hears a deep chuckle as the man walks over, his footsteps heavy "So... You're the one who chased off the owner. I smelled it from Purgatory, the smoke. The smell of burning flesh."
"Because of the curse that the friggin little ferret put on me, I can't access my demiplane." She groans.
“Oh. Sorry. I mean, do you have any other attire in this world? If not, I’m sure I can get you something else if you deem it necessary.”
"Yes, please." She said, drinking the water.
“Gotcha.” Riotan peels a strip of silk from his arm, which he unfolds (somehow) into the exact clothes she described.
Stroth smiles and hugs him, still somewhat hung over "Thank yoooou."
He hugs her back, grinning and handing her the apparel. “How about I make sure you don’t do anything that sober you would regret?”
"Baaaah, I wouldn't do anything." She huffs and changes, not seeming to care if he is there.
He obligingly uses his abyssal powers to set a veil of eternal darkness around her until she’s done.
She appears, dressed in a black suit and yellow sweater. "There, lovely non?"
“You look real nice.” He says earnestly.
She blinks "Is this what flirting is? I was talking to someone today who thought I was flirting but I didn't understand what he was talking about." She rolls her eyes "Emotions are so stupid."
“Oh my god. This is insane. Do you have any name ideas? Do you have any information about it at all? Tabaxi gestation takes eight months, but I don’t know exactly how long it might take for you guys…” Mauric seems super excited about this.
“I barely learned about it today, I don’t know how to feel other than incredibly anxious. I might be deflecting with preparing for your wedding. I don’t know what to do now that I’ve processed it.” He says gaining a distant stare in his eyes “I think I might be more scared of this than anything I’ve ever experienced.”
“Well I can be sure you’ll do great. And if you try and walk out on your kid and your girlfriend, I’ll cut out your spine.” He says cheerfully.
“If I walk out on both of them I’ll end up getting myself smited.” He says sitting on the table outside of the tavern “I really might be afraid, but I will never betray them. Not this time.” He suddenly gets a thousand yard stare.
“…this time?” Mauric asks quietly.
He shakes his head to clear the stare “Not the time, will you be the godfather if I die?”
“Of course, man. I got you.”
“Thank you Mauric, because one of these times I might die and not get back up.”
“Well I’m sure there’s a few people around here who can resurrect you, right?” He smiles hopefully. “Also… why did you eat that god heart to begin with?”
“My soul was broken, and because it was broken I was destined to die in a year. Maybe it was supposed to fix it, and maybe it did, but now I don’t know if it’s better now.” He says shaking his head “It doesn’t matter, everything is fine, I will be fine.”
“I’d think that would kill any mortal… maybe you’re something else? But something that’s… ‘incompatible’ with godly stuff, so to speak?”
He stops for a second “That… might be true, but I don’t know to do about it. It doesn’t matter now, gods couldn’t kill me, devils couldn’t kill me, if I die you’ll live for me.” He says, drinking his mug down and getting another.
“I don’t think you’ll die. Everything has a solution. But if you do, I’ll help take care of your kid. And if Nick and I can get married, we’ll both help!” He says hopefully.
*knowing how he and nick eventually turn out is so heartbreaking*
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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“Of course, man. I got you.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Stroth smiles and hugs him, still somewhat hung over "Thank yoooou."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He sighs “I don’t have enough time, I’m not the man I need to be for my kids. I need to be better.”
“Thank you Mauric, because one of these times I might die and not get back up.”
He hugs her back, grinning and handing her the apparel. “How about I make sure you don’t do anything that sober you would regret?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Baaaah, I wouldn't do anything." She huffs and changes, not seeming to care if he is there.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“Well I’m sure there’s a few people around here who can resurrect you, right?” He smiles hopefully. “Also… why did you eat that god heart to begin with?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He obligingly uses his abyssal powers to set a veil of eternal darkness around her until she’s done.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She appears, dressed in a black suit and yellow sweater. "There, lovely non?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“My soul was broken, and because it was broken I was destined to die in a year. Maybe it was supposed to fix it, and maybe it did, but now I don’t know if it’s better now.” He says shaking his head “It doesn’t matter, everything is fine, I will be fine.”
*For Jobah and Baalz*
Once the burning remains of the Red Plate is nothing more than charcoal, a figure stands amongst the wreckage, watching the final flames burn into nothingness. He is big, about 8'2, with his entire body covered. He wears a full profession chefs outfit made of black fabric with a golden sigil of 'Gluttony' stitched on his collar. He has three heads, each covered by a black balaclava, a golden skull mask covering their faces. He fixes the gloves on his hands, thinking.
Multiple shadowy creatures emerge from the wreckage, distorted and limping. The man looks up and nods "Find the (GP)'s friend then find the one who decided to hunt him. If you don't, consider yourselves the meals for tomorrow." He said, his Russian accent thick, snapping his fingers.
"Yes Chef!" They say and disappear.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“I’d think that would kill any mortal… maybe you’re something else? But something that’s… ‘incompatible’ with godly stuff, so to speak?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
* o o f *
The Larry is heading to the Red Plate anyway, to try and find the corpse pit.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He stops for a second “That… might be true, but I don’t know to do about it. It doesn’t matter now, gods couldn’t kill me, devils couldn’t kill me, if I die you’ll live for me.” He says, drinking his mug down and getting another.
“You look real nice.” He says earnestly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
One of the shadows grabs him by the arm (The Shadow acts as a Dimensional Shackles when touching someone.) He hears a deep chuckle as the man walks over, his footsteps heavy "So... You're the one who chased off the owner. I smelled it from Purgatory, the smoke. The smell of burning flesh."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She blinks "Is this what flirting is? I was talking to someone today who thought I was flirting but I didn't understand what he was talking about." She rolls her eyes "Emotions are so stupid."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“I don’t think you’ll die. Everything has a solution. But if you do, I’ll help take care of your kid. And if Nick and I can get married, we’ll both help!” He says hopefully.
*knowing how he and nick eventually turn out is so heartbreaking*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.