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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]

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.

[ioudas]

You almost died.

[glassbox]

If y'hadn't run away, y'woulda been there.

[ioudas]

I'm sorry.

[glassbox]

[ a little hesitation.

then, simply: ]

Okay.

[ioudas]

... Okay.