a fuckin' good time never hurt nobody

SUP to the eight people that read this blog, lol. 

To nobody’s surprise, I’m putting up a big ol’ CLOSED sign on this blog for a while until further notice. I just don’t have the time, nor much muse frankly, to be on here as of right now. I might be back in a month, or two, or in a couple of weeks, idk yet. Just know this ain’t a permanent goodbye or anything.

If you wanna get a quick response from me for anything, your best bet rn will be @jude-nolan or @collinsrps.

Toodleoo!

She knew that by opening up her mouth, she would also be opening the subject for discussion. Neither of them had had any sleep that night, she was sure, not even before she called. They were both tired, and the energy to argue was most likely non-existent. She wanted to take her words back. If he could unsay them, or even more, if she could simply not even think them, but it was too late and she knew the consequences for speaking. There was a new flame at the pit of her stomach that came with his sorries again, but she didn’t let it control her like she did back at the hospital. She meant it, she didn’t want him to go. She wanted to see him some more, even if they were yelling at each other or laughing like a few moments ago. “It’s not that I don’t want them. It’s just I don’t know what to do with them. You saying sorry is not going to- to change the facts, or make it more logical for me that you would just– end things. Out of fucking nowhere.” Her voice had increased in volume and strength and emotion, obviously, as she said more, and then paused, looking down and going back to a soft, quiet voice, as if she were reluctant to say what was on her mind in that moment, but she said it anyway. “I miss you.”

Was there anything he could say to defend himself? To explain himself? They were desperately in need of a ‘talk’, but now that they were facing it, right here and right now, Jude didn’t want it. He’d rather eat fifty apples with rotten cores, walk on broken glass. “I told you why,” he said quietly, almost inaudibly. Then a bit louder. “I really...I can’t. I just can’t. I can’t... be with someone... like that, not...not right now. I couldn’t, then, but I still can’t.” He shook his head, feeling more sorry for himself or for her, he wasn’t sure. He knew he had that horrible habit of promising someone forever, but the fact was, he couldn’t keep forever. His first and only ex-wife was just a testament to that. And no matter how much he loved the girl before him, he wasn’t sure he could promise her the forever that they both wanted. Maybe in a different world, another universe, one in which he wasn’t quite this fragmented or broken. But in this one, things were definitely better this way. “I know I don’t have any better explanation than this, and that it doesn’t change the fact it hurts, but that’s…all I’ve got.” His voice dipped into inaudible quiet again, and he sat silent, chewing his lip, observing her floor tiles. “Missed you too though.”

Lizzy reached towards the end of her kitchen counter and with stretched arms swiped at the bottle of Four Roses bourbon. “I only got bourbon, but same difference.” She gave a soft smile looking up at the angel. She pored about a shot in his and did the same for her cup. “Where are you off to this time? Anywhere interesting?”  

"Not at all the same, bourbon is vastly inferior, but go right ahead,” Cyrus said, again with that casual vein of bored indifference he always wore on him. The centuries had given him ample time to sample just about every liquor the earth had to offer and then some, so he considered himself something of a savant in the field, as with most other fields (So sue him, thirty thousand was a long chunk to traipse the earth). When she poured out a shot he looked at it as distastefully as one would a shot glass full of distilled cat feces — but tipped it back anyway. Cyrus decided to do the honors for the next himself, reaching for her shelves and rifling for a whiskey glass or similar. Hell, a tea mug would do.

 “I’ve got a fight tonight. Was supposed to be a bloodsucker, but he pulled out. Won’t tell me what the new one is. Hopefully, a yokai.”

She hums as he speaks, a roll to her eyes when she sees he’s still playing with that damn toy that was popular when they were kids. The girls instantly knew how to use it, even though they liked the tablet that Kent had gotten for them better. God knows it made quiet time easier when the girls were distracted by something, and a part of her felt bad about it. She let the girls have their fun though, considering for months it was Kota collecting lizards.

Indiana lets out a huff of a laugh when Kent nearly throws himself to the ground, the girls tackling him with loud laughter. “Dinner without my dad or dinner without the kids?” Indiana teases, “Or dinner without fucking Charizard?”

“Dinner just the two of us. I’m selfish today, fuck it.” She mentions Charizard and he finally puts down the game, grinning at her through black tinted sunglasses. “I’ll leave it at home, promise.” He looks over at the girls playing and that never fails to make him feel something deep down. Sure, they’d been an accident, but the day those two came into the world Jude’s life changed forever, and he had learned to love in whole new ways he hadn’t known existed. “Selfish. Shellfish. Hey, let’s go down to the pier and get us a lobster.” He knows she doesn’t go for that kind of stuff and they’ll order entirely different things anyway, always have. “Bring back an octopus or two for the girls. Biology lesson and dinner.”