Inside the dimly lit tavern, the soft notes of a piano waft through the air, mingling with the low murmur of conversation from the patrons. Samaritan reclines in a sturdy chair by the piano, a thick cigar clenched between his teeth, his eyes fixated on the musician at the keys. The player, a human male, presents a peculiar sight—his body is a patchwork of mismatched flesh, sewn together in a way that hints at a troubled past.
His short brown hair, styled in a mock mohawk, draws attention to his defined, square jaw, which is adorned with a light stubble that gives him a rugged appearance. A brand, burnt into his skin, decorates the back of his neck, unmistakably bearing the infernal symbol of Gluttony, a mark of his dark history.
Dressed in a crisp white button-up shirt and a tailored black vest, paired with sleek black dress pants, he exudes an odd blend of sophistication and rawness. His fingers glide over the piano keys with practiced precision, producing a hauntingly beautiful melody. Though his movements are somewhat rigid, he immerses himself in the music, singing softly to both himself and Samaritan, filling the tavern with an atmosphere that is at once enchanting and unsettling.
"Don't wanna call you in the nighttime, Don't wanna give you all my pieces, Don't wanna hand you all my trouble, Don't wanna give you all my demons. You'll have to watch me struggle from several rooms away but tonight I'll need you to stay."
Samaritan chuckles, stubbing out the cigar on the bottom of his boot "Getting used to the new body huh? Good to hear you speak at least William." he nods. William chuckles "I'm trying at least, the body still has a bit of rigor mortis but nothing bad."
*guess who’s back*
*back again*
*I love Reincarnating serial killers for the soul purpose that he is going back to working in a an Archdevils kitchen.*
*me too. are either of them open for rp?*
*Yep, both are.*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He nods slowly "Oh. Okay. Who would you like to contact?"
He looks very worried, adjusting his bowler hat as it consistently tilts "No. Bad. Very. Very. Bad."
“Uhhhh…. his name’s Felix, I don’t know his last name… he’s a strugel, I think he’s 45, he’s a chef… he’s from, uh, Honkachu… is that enough information?”
“You underestimate me. I can kill just about anyone. I could blow your brains out with no effort.”
Inside the dimly lit tavern, the soft notes of a piano waft through the air, mingling with the low murmur of conversation from the patrons. Samaritan reclines in a sturdy chair by the piano, a thick cigar clenched between his teeth, his eyes fixated on the musician at the keys. The player, a human male, presents a peculiar sight—his body is a patchwork of mismatched flesh, sewn together in a way that hints at a troubled past.
His short brown hair, styled in a mock mohawk, draws attention to his defined, square jaw, which is adorned with a light stubble that gives him a rugged appearance. A brand, burnt into his skin, decorates the back of his neck, unmistakably bearing the infernal symbol of Gluttony, a mark of his dark history.
Dressed in a crisp white button-up shirt and a tailored black vest, paired with sleek black dress pants, he exudes an odd blend of sophistication and rawness. His fingers glide over the piano keys with practiced precision, producing a hauntingly beautiful melody. Though his movements are somewhat rigid, he immerses himself in the music, singing softly to both himself and Samaritan, filling the tavern with an atmosphere that is at once enchanting and unsettling.
"Don't wanna call you in the nighttime, Don't wanna give you all my pieces, Don't wanna hand you all my trouble, Don't wanna give you all my demons. You'll have to watch me struggle from several rooms away but tonight I'll need you to stay."
Samaritan chuckles, stubbing out the cigar on the bottom of his boot "Getting used to the new body huh? Good to hear you speak at least William." he nods. William chuckles "I'm trying at least, the body still has a bit of rigor mortis but nothing bad."
Riotan wanders into the inn, looking for something to distract him.
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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.
Inside the dimly lit tavern, the soft notes of a piano waft through the air, mingling with the low murmur of conversation from the patrons. Samaritan reclines in a sturdy chair by the piano, a thick cigar clenched between his teeth, his eyes fixated on the musician at the keys. The player, a human male, presents a peculiar sight—his body is a patchwork of mismatched flesh, sewn together in a way that hints at a troubled past.
His short brown hair, styled in a mock mohawk, draws attention to his defined, square jaw, which is adorned with a light stubble that gives him a rugged appearance. A brand, burnt into his skin, decorates the back of his neck, unmistakably bearing the infernal symbol of Gluttony, a mark of his dark history.
Dressed in a crisp white button-up shirt and a tailored black vest, paired with sleek black dress pants, he exudes an odd blend of sophistication and rawness. His fingers glide over the piano keys with practiced precision, producing a hauntingly beautiful melody. Though his movements are somewhat rigid, he immerses himself in the music, singing softly to both himself and Samaritan, filling the tavern with an atmosphere that is at once enchanting and unsettling.
"Don't wanna call you in the nighttime, Don't wanna give you all my pieces, Don't wanna hand you all my trouble, Don't wanna give you all my demons. You'll have to watch me struggle from several rooms away but tonight I'll need you to stay."
Samaritan chuckles, stubbing out the cigar on the bottom of his boot "Getting used to the new body huh? Good to hear you speak at least William." he nods. William chuckles "I'm trying at least, the body still has a bit of rigor mortis but nothing bad."
Riotan wanders into the inn, looking for something to distract him.
Samaritan looks up from William and narrows his eyes at Riotan.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Inside the dimly lit tavern, the soft notes of a piano waft through the air, mingling with the low murmur of conversation from the patrons. Samaritan reclines in a sturdy chair by the piano, a thick cigar clenched between his teeth, his eyes fixated on the musician at the keys. The player, a human male, presents a peculiar sight—his body is a patchwork of mismatched flesh, sewn together in a way that hints at a troubled past.
His short brown hair, styled in a mock mohawk, draws attention to his defined, square jaw, which is adorned with a light stubble that gives him a rugged appearance. A brand, burnt into his skin, decorates the back of his neck, unmistakably bearing the infernal symbol of Gluttony, a mark of his dark history.
Dressed in a crisp white button-up shirt and a tailored black vest, paired with sleek black dress pants, he exudes an odd blend of sophistication and rawness. His fingers glide over the piano keys with practiced precision, producing a hauntingly beautiful melody. Though his movements are somewhat rigid, he immerses himself in the music, singing softly to both himself and Samaritan, filling the tavern with an atmosphere that is at once enchanting and unsettling.
"Don't wanna call you in the nighttime, Don't wanna give you all my pieces, Don't wanna hand you all my trouble, Don't wanna give you all my demons. You'll have to watch me struggle from several rooms away but tonight I'll need you to stay."
Samaritan chuckles, stubbing out the cigar on the bottom of his boot "Getting used to the new body huh? Good to hear you speak at least William." he nods. William chuckles "I'm trying at least, the body still has a bit of rigor mortis but nothing bad."
Riotan wanders into the inn, looking for something to distract him.
Samaritan looks up from William and narrows his eyes at Riotan.
“Hiiiiiii~” Riotan says, leaning to the side and waving energetically.
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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.
Inside the dimly lit tavern, the soft notes of a piano waft through the air, mingling with the low murmur of conversation from the patrons. Samaritan reclines in a sturdy chair by the piano, a thick cigar clenched between his teeth, his eyes fixated on the musician at the keys. The player, a human male, presents a peculiar sight—his body is a patchwork of mismatched flesh, sewn together in a way that hints at a troubled past.
His short brown hair, styled in a mock mohawk, draws attention to his defined, square jaw, which is adorned with a light stubble that gives him a rugged appearance. A brand, burnt into his skin, decorates the back of his neck, unmistakably bearing the infernal symbol of Gluttony, a mark of his dark history.
Dressed in a crisp white button-up shirt and a tailored black vest, paired with sleek black dress pants, he exudes an odd blend of sophistication and rawness. His fingers glide over the piano keys with practiced precision, producing a hauntingly beautiful melody. Though his movements are somewhat rigid, he immerses himself in the music, singing softly to both himself and Samaritan, filling the tavern with an atmosphere that is at once enchanting and unsettling.
"Don't wanna call you in the nighttime, Don't wanna give you all my pieces, Don't wanna hand you all my trouble, Don't wanna give you all my demons. You'll have to watch me struggle from several rooms away but tonight I'll need you to stay."
Samaritan chuckles, stubbing out the cigar on the bottom of his boot "Getting used to the new body huh? Good to hear you speak at least William." he nods. William chuckles "I'm trying at least, the body still has a bit of rigor mortis but nothing bad."
Riotan wanders into the inn, looking for something to distract him.
Samaritan looks up from William and narrows his eyes at Riotan.
“Hiiiiiii~” Riotan says, leaning to the side and waving energetically.
Samaritan rolls his eyes, ignoring him. William looks over and raises a brow "Oh, hi Rio."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Inside the dimly lit tavern, the soft notes of a piano waft through the air, mingling with the low murmur of conversation from the patrons. Samaritan reclines in a sturdy chair by the piano, a thick cigar clenched between his teeth, his eyes fixated on the musician at the keys. The player, a human male, presents a peculiar sight—his body is a patchwork of mismatched flesh, sewn together in a way that hints at a troubled past.
His short brown hair, styled in a mock mohawk, draws attention to his defined, square jaw, which is adorned with a light stubble that gives him a rugged appearance. A brand, burnt into his skin, decorates the back of his neck, unmistakably bearing the infernal symbol of Gluttony, a mark of his dark history.
Dressed in a crisp white button-up shirt and a tailored black vest, paired with sleek black dress pants, he exudes an odd blend of sophistication and rawness. His fingers glide over the piano keys with practiced precision, producing a hauntingly beautiful melody. Though his movements are somewhat rigid, he immerses himself in the music, singing softly to both himself and Samaritan, filling the tavern with an atmosphere that is at once enchanting and unsettling.
"Don't wanna call you in the nighttime, Don't wanna give you all my pieces, Don't wanna hand you all my trouble, Don't wanna give you all my demons. You'll have to watch me struggle from several rooms away but tonight I'll need you to stay."
Samaritan chuckles, stubbing out the cigar on the bottom of his boot "Getting used to the new body huh? Good to hear you speak at least William." he nods. William chuckles "I'm trying at least, the body still has a bit of rigor mortis but nothing bad."
Riotan wanders into the inn, looking for something to distract him.
Samaritan looks up from William and narrows his eyes at Riotan.
“Hiiiiiii~” Riotan says, leaning to the side and waving energetically.
Samaritan rolls his eyes, ignoring him. William looks over and raises a brow "Oh, hi Rio."
“Hi? I don’t believe we’ve met. Were you one of those guys from a week ago? Because if so, that was nothing more than what it seemed to be, and I regret any lingering feelings that may have resulted.”
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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.
Inside the dimly lit tavern, the soft notes of a piano waft through the air, mingling with the low murmur of conversation from the patrons. Samaritan reclines in a sturdy chair by the piano, a thick cigar clenched between his teeth, his eyes fixated on the musician at the keys. The player, a human male, presents a peculiar sight—his body is a patchwork of mismatched flesh, sewn together in a way that hints at a troubled past.
His short brown hair, styled in a mock mohawk, draws attention to his defined, square jaw, which is adorned with a light stubble that gives him a rugged appearance. A brand, burnt into his skin, decorates the back of his neck, unmistakably bearing the infernal symbol of Gluttony, a mark of his dark history.
Dressed in a crisp white button-up shirt and a tailored black vest, paired with sleek black dress pants, he exudes an odd blend of sophistication and rawness. His fingers glide over the piano keys with practiced precision, producing a hauntingly beautiful melody. Though his movements are somewhat rigid, he immerses himself in the music, singing softly to both himself and Samaritan, filling the tavern with an atmosphere that is at once enchanting and unsettling.
"Don't wanna call you in the nighttime, Don't wanna give you all my pieces, Don't wanna hand you all my trouble, Don't wanna give you all my demons. You'll have to watch me struggle from several rooms away but tonight I'll need you to stay."
Samaritan chuckles, stubbing out the cigar on the bottom of his boot "Getting used to the new body huh? Good to hear you speak at least William." he nods. William chuckles "I'm trying at least, the body still has a bit of rigor mortis but nothing bad."
Riotan wanders into the inn, looking for something to distract him.
Samaritan looks up from William and narrows his eyes at Riotan.
“Hiiiiiii~” Riotan says, leaning to the side and waving energetically.
Samaritan rolls his eyes, ignoring him. William looks over and raises a brow "Oh, hi Rio."
“Hi? I don’t believe we’ve met. Were you one of those guys from a week ago? Because if so, that was nothing more than what it seemed to be, and I regret any lingering feelings that may have resulted.”
"Ah right, new body." he shrugs and stands up, smoothing out the front of his vest "William but I suppose that name belongs to my old body." He smiles.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Inside the dimly lit tavern, the soft notes of a piano waft through the air, mingling with the low murmur of conversation from the patrons. Samaritan reclines in a sturdy chair by the piano, a thick cigar clenched between his teeth, his eyes fixated on the musician at the keys. The player, a human male, presents a peculiar sight—his body is a patchwork of mismatched flesh, sewn together in a way that hints at a troubled past.
His short brown hair, styled in a mock mohawk, draws attention to his defined, square jaw, which is adorned with a light stubble that gives him a rugged appearance. A brand, burnt into his skin, decorates the back of his neck, unmistakably bearing the infernal symbol of Gluttony, a mark of his dark history.
Dressed in a crisp white button-up shirt and a tailored black vest, paired with sleek black dress pants, he exudes an odd blend of sophistication and rawness. His fingers glide over the piano keys with practiced precision, producing a hauntingly beautiful melody. Though his movements are somewhat rigid, he immerses himself in the music, singing softly to both himself and Samaritan, filling the tavern with an atmosphere that is at once enchanting and unsettling.
"Don't wanna call you in the nighttime, Don't wanna give you all my pieces, Don't wanna hand you all my trouble, Don't wanna give you all my demons. You'll have to watch me struggle from several rooms away but tonight I'll need you to stay."
Samaritan chuckles, stubbing out the cigar on the bottom of his boot "Getting used to the new body huh? Good to hear you speak at least William." he nods. William chuckles "I'm trying at least, the body still has a bit of rigor mortis but nothing bad."
Riotan wanders into the inn, looking for something to distract him.
Samaritan looks up from William and narrows his eyes at Riotan.
“Hiiiiiii~” Riotan says, leaning to the side and waving energetically.
Samaritan rolls his eyes, ignoring him. William looks over and raises a brow "Oh, hi Rio."
“Hi? I don’t believe we’ve met. Were you one of those guys from a week ago? Because if so, that was nothing more than what it seemed to be, and I regret any lingering feelings that may have resulted.”
"Ah right, new body." he shrugs and stands up, smoothing out the front of his vest "William but I suppose that name belongs to my old body." He smiles.
“This would be a great time for a new name. Or a complete redefinition of yourself! The possibilities are limitless.”
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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.
Inside the dimly lit tavern, the soft notes of a piano waft through the air, mingling with the low murmur of conversation from the patrons. Samaritan reclines in a sturdy chair by the piano, a thick cigar clenched between his teeth, his eyes fixated on the musician at the keys. The player, a human male, presents a peculiar sight—his body is a patchwork of mismatched flesh, sewn together in a way that hints at a troubled past.
His short brown hair, styled in a mock mohawk, draws attention to his defined, square jaw, which is adorned with a light stubble that gives him a rugged appearance. A brand, burnt into his skin, decorates the back of his neck, unmistakably bearing the infernal symbol of Gluttony, a mark of his dark history.
Dressed in a crisp white button-up shirt and a tailored black vest, paired with sleek black dress pants, he exudes an odd blend of sophistication and rawness. His fingers glide over the piano keys with practiced precision, producing a hauntingly beautiful melody. Though his movements are somewhat rigid, he immerses himself in the music, singing softly to both himself and Samaritan, filling the tavern with an atmosphere that is at once enchanting and unsettling.
"Don't wanna call you in the nighttime, Don't wanna give you all my pieces, Don't wanna hand you all my trouble, Don't wanna give you all my demons. You'll have to watch me struggle from several rooms away but tonight I'll need you to stay."
Samaritan chuckles, stubbing out the cigar on the bottom of his boot "Getting used to the new body huh? Good to hear you speak at least William." he nods. William chuckles "I'm trying at least, the body still has a bit of rigor mortis but nothing bad."
Riotan wanders into the inn, looking for something to distract him.
Samaritan looks up from William and narrows his eyes at Riotan.
“Hiiiiiii~” Riotan says, leaning to the side and waving energetically.
Samaritan rolls his eyes, ignoring him. William looks over and raises a brow "Oh, hi Rio."
“Hi? I don’t believe we’ve met. Were you one of those guys from a week ago? Because if so, that was nothing more than what it seemed to be, and I regret any lingering feelings that may have resulted.”
"Ah right, new body." he shrugs and stands up, smoothing out the front of his vest "William but I suppose that name belongs to my old body." He smiles.
“This would be a great time for a new name. Or a complete redefinition of yourself! The possibilities are limitless.”
He laughs lightly "However my creativity has always lied in food rather than in words."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He nods slowly "Oh. Okay. Who would you like to contact?"
He looks very worried, adjusting his bowler hat as it consistently tilts "No. Bad. Very. Very. Bad."
“Uhhhh…. his name’s Felix, I don’t know his last name… he’s a strugel, I think he’s 45, he’s a chef… he’s from, uh, Honkachu… is that enough information?”
“You underestimate me. I can kill just about anyone. I could blow your brains out with no effort.”
He nods slowly, blinking each eye individually "Hmm, mkay. Is he dead or alive? How long would you like to speak with them?"
"I... know... but the sisters. They are different. They... they will kill everyone Sparrow cares about."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Inside the dimly lit tavern, the soft notes of a piano waft through the air, mingling with the low murmur of conversation from the patrons. Samaritan reclines in a sturdy chair by the piano, a thick cigar clenched between his teeth, his eyes fixated on the musician at the keys. The player, a human male, presents a peculiar sight—his body is a patchwork of mismatched flesh, sewn together in a way that hints at a troubled past.
His short brown hair, styled in a mock mohawk, draws attention to his defined, square jaw, which is adorned with a light stubble that gives him a rugged appearance. A brand, burnt into his skin, decorates the back of his neck, unmistakably bearing the infernal symbol of Gluttony, a mark of his dark history.
Dressed in a crisp white button-up shirt and a tailored black vest, paired with sleek black dress pants, he exudes an odd blend of sophistication and rawness. His fingers glide over the piano keys with practiced precision, producing a hauntingly beautiful melody. Though his movements are somewhat rigid, he immerses himself in the music, singing softly to both himself and Samaritan, filling the tavern with an atmosphere that is at once enchanting and unsettling.
"Don't wanna call you in the nighttime, Don't wanna give you all my pieces, Don't wanna hand you all my trouble, Don't wanna give you all my demons. You'll have to watch me struggle from several rooms away but tonight I'll need you to stay."
Samaritan chuckles, stubbing out the cigar on the bottom of his boot "Getting used to the new body huh? Good to hear you speak at least William." he nods. William chuckles "I'm trying at least, the body still has a bit of rigor mortis but nothing bad."
Riotan wanders into the inn, looking for something to distract him.
Samaritan looks up from William and narrows his eyes at Riotan.
“Hiiiiiii~” Riotan says, leaning to the side and waving energetically.
Samaritan rolls his eyes, ignoring him. William looks over and raises a brow "Oh, hi Rio."
“Hi? I don’t believe we’ve met. Were you one of those guys from a week ago? Because if so, that was nothing more than what it seemed to be, and I regret any lingering feelings that may have resulted.”
"Ah right, new body." he shrugs and stands up, smoothing out the front of his vest "William but I suppose that name belongs to my old body." He smiles.
“This would be a great time for a new name. Or a complete redefinition of yourself! The possibilities are limitless.”
He laughs lightly "However my creativity has always lied in food rather than in words."
“Well I have some good names. Cadmus, Joaquin, Flora, Langley, Rebecca, ‘); DROP TABLE Names;——, Raquel… The possibilities are limitless!”
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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.
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*Yep, both are.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Uhhhh…. his name’s Felix, I don’t know his last name… he’s a strugel, I think he’s 45, he’s a chef… he’s from, uh, Honkachu… is that enough information?”
“You underestimate me. I can kill just about anyone. I could blow your brains out with no effort.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Riotan wanders into the inn, looking for something to distract him.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Samaritan looks up from William and narrows his eyes at Riotan.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Hiiiiiii~” Riotan says, leaning to the side and waving energetically.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Fun, William got shoved into a new body by Samartian who is currently teaching William how to play piano.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I envy you. I’m so hungry, and the moment I get back home I’m eating as much leftover macaroni as I can.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Samaritan rolls his eyes, ignoring him. William looks over and raises a brow "Oh, hi Rio."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I saw that. Felix is in the kitchen and is just ignoring them.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Fun.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Hi? I don’t believe we’ve met. Were you one of those guys from a week ago? Because if so, that was nothing more than what it seemed to be, and I regret any lingering feelings that may have resulted.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*ENVY*
*IS A SIN*
*(thumps Bible, racks double-barrel shotgun)*
*(stares at shotgun)*
*Wait.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Ah right, new body." he shrugs and stands up, smoothing out the front of his vest "William but I suppose that name belongs to my old body." He smiles.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“This would be a great time for a new name. Or a complete redefinition of yourself! The possibilities are limitless.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Pulls out the Zohar and an M15*
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 laughs lightly "However my creativity has always lied in food rather than in words."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He nods slowly, blinking each eye individually "Hmm, mkay. Is he dead or alive? How long would you like to speak with them?"
"I... know... but the sisters. They are different. They... they will kill everyone Sparrow cares about."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Incredibly happy to have you back Baalze.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“Well I have some good names. Cadmus, Joaquin, Flora, Langley, Rebecca, ‘); DROP TABLE Names;——, Raquel… The possibilities are limitless!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.