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[ioudas]

❝ the lord will fulfill his purpose for me; your steadfast love, o lord, endures forever. do not forsake the work of your hands. ❞

psalms

do you actually believe that, though? do you believe in destiny or do you believe that it is our own? discuss.

also, since we're having a deep conversation. google would have made my life a whole lot easier if it had existed in the 1800s. then again there would not be young men saying that they love vintage victorian erotica more than the mainstream kind (here's a hint: it's still erotica).

if you're a really old guy wearing a hood over your head, you owe me a saturday night for the one you ruined. cash only.

(ooc: sorry, this got really NSFW)

Comments

[glassbox]

God -- I dunno what I'm even talkin' t'you for.

[ioudas]

I can't answer that question, and you know it.

[glassbox]

All y'do is piss me off.

[ioudas]

To be fair, love, that's all I really do to everyone.

[glassbox]

Right, 'cause lumpin' me in with everyone else makes this a whole lot better, don't it.

[ioudas]

I like you a lot more than I like everyone else?

[glassbox]

Don't y'even start.

[ioudas]

Don't read too deeply into it.

[glassbox]

What's there t'read into?

[ioudas]

I like women, you're a woman -it's not that hard?

[glassbox]

Ugh. Asshole.

[ioudas]

You're welcome.

[glassbox]

Y'ain't even sorry.

[ioudas]

We already had this discussion, though. I'm sorry, you're still angry and you won't forgive me and there's nothing really that can change, is there? There's no point being sorry about it.

[glassbox]

I wanna be angry about it. I'm allowed t'be, ain't I? I got that right.

[ioudas]

I'm not saying that you don't have it.

[glassbox]

Well, good.

[ it's petulant, and becoming more obvious that she doesn't know what she means to say. ]

[ioudas]

Fantastic.

[glassbox]

Fine.

steps in

[retropolis]

Lil, is everything all right? [ This guy seems gross why are you talking to him!! ]

[glassbox]

No.

[ it's upset, and a bit petulant still, but after a moment: ]

Ugh -- no, I'm fine. He's jus' -- he's him. [ as if that should explain everything. ]

[retropolis]

Well--

Yes, that much I gathered. [ A pause. ] If he upsets you that much maybe he's worth ignoring, don't you think?

[glassbox]

Well, a'course he upsets me. He's my ex -- if y'can even call him that, sonnuva bitch.

[retropolis]

Oh. [ Oh. ] That is upsetting. Er-- I mean... how did that happen?