Wish I could think of the woman as a cold-hearted bitch, but she's not. That's her husband. Bitchy little girl that sits atop the Mount and plays at being powerful. Petty little shite.
Definitely don't like what'll have to be done. Not to her. Why do I fuckin' promise things to people? Why'd they have to make me like that? Bloody Irish and their fascination with vows...
Step inside the café. Need something to distract distract me. C'mon and distract meeeOoooooh...
"Hello, Lucien," I say as I brush the tails of my open shirt aside and sit down at his table. "How's life?"
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Date: 2009-04-12 04:11 pm (UTC)Really don't like it.
Wish I could think of the woman as a cold-hearted bitch, but she's not. That's her husband. Bitchy little girl that sits atop the Mount and plays at being powerful. Petty little shite.
Definitely don't like what'll have to be done. Not to her. Why do I fuckin' promise things to people? Why'd they have to make me like that? Bloody Irish and their fascination with vows...
Step inside the café. Need something to distract distract me. C'mon and distract meeeOoooooh...
"Hello, Lucien," I say as I brush the tails of my open shirt aside and sit down at his table. "How's life?"