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@danni-gurrl
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@vitalphenomena @corsey *
“Gentlemen. Have a seat.”
@corsey continued from here.
Johnson's words are pressurized. Hissing soft like a steam iron. His voice and cadence is expertly smooth, pleasant to the ear; his tone is scalding. "To feel is... infantile and... selfish. 'Good' feelings are a displacement method to measure 'good'." It's redundant. It's everywhere. This obsessive inflation of inner good feelings; this conflation with outer good. Humans cannot sustain themselves without making life palatable, making it pleasurable. "Like sugar in medicine. Sugar in water. You know what is good for you, but it's not enough." Sentences like shirt creases, folded over one another, harshly flattened— "I don't want it. I don't... want." —to neatness: "I don't need it."
@corsey | continued from ☾
For once, she is actually fucking speechless, mouth hanging open in shock.
A condition that resolves rapidly, however. "I wasn't offering! Not that I haven't thought about it - but if I wanted you to look at my pussy so would you."
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@corsey as daniel said: A little blood can look like a lot.
the old guard.
blood on a clerical collar, coming from the nose. it is a little incongruous, at least as far as the image they present, not so much mutt's own ideas.
his eyes flick down, then back up. this happens twice. it's not his floor, but –
" you're dripping. "
cont. | @corsey
"Who are you?"
Oh shit. "I'm uh..." Oh god, how much has he forgotten? How much is he supposed to explain? What the fuck was in that weed?! "I'm Hughie... You don't remember me?"
@corsey gets a starter.
donning colonial clothing for the first time felt incredibly strange. given the circumstances, however — and the fact that king washington's men were out for his blood — this was the best way to get the information he needed. no one would look twice at a kitchen servant. present yourself to rifat, the maid had said. luckily for ratonhnhaké:ton, rifat proved easy to find.
"new hire."