un: 46692

[escardos]

do you ever want to stockpile your own blood over the course of a few years and then just go around and start spreading it everywhere before mysteriously disappearing, leaving suspicious amounts of blood throughout the city and turning your whole town into a crime scene which no one can adequately explain outside of somehow being simultaneously murdered at like eight mcdonalds????

or is that just me?

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[escardos]

I am not upset.

Or possessed.

But you wouldn’t understand.

That’s fine. It’s not your time.

[stavros]

...to comprehend you?

[escardos]

[ read 8:25 pm ]

un: araneae

[silksoul]

If you refuse to explain what you mean then how do you expect people to understand?

[ She has no patience for people being ominous and cryptic. ]

[escardos]

It’s pointless.

Waste of energy.

[silksoul]

In that case you might as well not say anything at all.

There's little point saying people don't understand if you give them no tools to.

[escardos]

Humans have all the tools at their disposal. If they do not wish to use it, that is not my fault.

[silksoul]

You speak in circles with no clear end and only of humans as well.

Your grudge must be pronounced if you punish strangers for a misstep they do not know they make.

[ She feels...pity, in a way. It reminds her of the past, and that raging, seething light, how it turned everything it touched into repeating, sleepwalking ghosts of themselves. A kingdom still bound by old sins and old mistakes.

(It reminds her of half-siblings with bone-white masks, trapped in orders given long ago.) ]

[escardos]

A grudge?

I wonder.

[silksoul]

If not then give your answers clearer.

[escardos]

No.

[silksoul]

More empty words then.

[escardos]

[ or perhaps no words. have fun being left on read ]

[silksoul]

[ She wasn't expecting a response anyway, so she's fine with that ]