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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

[ropedin]

[ He is totally judging. ]

I didn't say a word. You're the one who thinks I'm judging.

[glassbox]

I know you. [ isn't she being presumptuous today. ] I can tell when you're judgin'.

[ropedin]

You do not know me. [ He says it with plenty of fervor. ] Do not presume.

[glassbox]

Know y'better than most.

[ropedin]

No, you do not. [ But maybe better than a lot in the City. If she's going to whine about his judging, he can fight her on this. ]

You're delusional.

[glassbox]

[ an exasperated noise! ]

Are y'still on with that? You're the bastard that got me shot 'cause y'wouldn't believe the truth when I was tellin' it t'you! So who's goddamn delusional?

[ probably still her, but. ]

WELL HE'S RIGHT THERE.

[ioudas]

What?

LMFAO

[glassbox]

Butt out, Cross.

[ioudas]

I'm right here. When did you get shot?

[glassbox]

[ resentfully: ]

Coupla weeks ago. Not that it's any of your goddamn business.

[ioudas]

And you're alright, right? Nothing too bad?

[glassbox]

I'm almost died.

heh ty maddie

[ioudas]

Christ, Lilly. You could have lead with that.

FUCK MY FEELS fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk

[glassbox]

[ she misses a beat, and her anger falters just a little bit when he calls her that. ]

What the hell was I supposed t'say? "Y'hurt my feelin's, I wanna punch you, an' by the way, I almost died?"

good mission accomplished.

[ioudas]

That would have worked! Maybe I would have come home sooner.

[glassbox]

Y'hurt me. I didn't want y'thinkin' I needed you.

[ropedin]

Powers do not exist where I come from. [ As if that's an excuse for his disbelief. It's not necessarily admitting he's wrong, but it's something. ]

I am not speaking on that.

[glassbox]

Well, congratulations on your annoyin' goddamn powers. Try not t'use 'em on me anymore and we'll get along just a tiny bit better than we do most times.

[ropedin]

Do not congratulate me on this filth that was hoisted on me.

If you do not come near me, you will not have such an issue.

[glassbox]

We both know that's pretty damn impossible at this point, hon.

[ropedin]

[ A frustrated grunt. ]

Then you will likely experience my powers again.

[glassbox]

Or y'could learn t'control them, like everybody else.

[ropedin]

[ That sounds more like accepting them. ]

I have no experience with powers. I would rather be rid of them.

[glassbox]

Don't be ridiculous. At least y'got a good power. Somethin' useful -- when y'ain't usin' it on me.

[ropedin]

It's unnecessary. I do not need it.