#anyway........

I had taken seven thousand souls by then. But Lestat was the only one that felt like murder. Semantics, surely, but it's how I felt. He came by invitation. My distraction from the monochromatic landscape. The gray of an obliterated road, the gray-brown of a charred and bullet-ridden city.

😔 I spent all afternoon writing wholesome toddler fics, so the absolute mood whiplash now knowing their fathers have all at one point were slutting it up on a stage—

asking for no particular reason. other than....my....friend...wanting to know...yeah, my friend.

-- fearful.

But you're telling me there will be a festival...... and obscuary is dressing as butlers..... just like a themed cafe in a school's cultural festival..... Very VERY interesting...

vessel wip