#etcalvariae

     “Did you hear about the woman who didn’t like her husband’s cheap coffee? It was grounds for divorce.”

only if you pay for your own appointment. and i’m not telling you the name of the spa--you will need to either ask wesker, or figure it out with that big brain of yours.

G3 is 16 feet :)

     For nearly a week Annette had been wondering whether or not William would remember Mother’s day was coming up--and not because he could scarcely remember to feed himself. When the days of the week blurred together it was often difficult to remember special days: birthdays, anniversaries, that sort of thing. Of course Annette was always on top of things, and she even went to the painstaking lengths of writing such events down, in red marker, on their shared calendar. But for Mother’s day, well--she had just left it blank. If he couldn’t read the small, printed note and remember to give thanks to the mother of his actual child, then it wasn’t her fault, was it?

     Ah, but he had remembered! There was a lovely card from the drug store, cut flowers from the little bins at the end of each aisle. The perfect combination for the man with only minutes to spare. Of course she was happy just to see that he had remembered at all, and she absolutely adored the way he played it all off as carefully planned, but as she ran her fingers over a slightly wilting daisy she wondered how panicked he must have felt. Watching him race to the store in terror would have honestly been the better gift, but the thought still counted.

     Lips curved into something of a forced smile, just a little too cheerful. “I wasn’t sure if you’d remember--and now I feel so guilty for thinking you would ever forget.” Lies. All lies. This is a test, William Birkin--be wary.

dbz abridged.  |  accepting.  |  @80scool

a  spark  of  amusement  beds  in  the  hollows  above  that  solid  jaw,  leaking  to  greet  an  icy  gaze  that  beheld  a  past  that  this  soldier-boy  could  only  imagine,  the  grisly  telling  of  superior  commanders  and  old  men  lost  to  the  horror  of  combat.  it’s  been  some  time  since  he  was  met  with  anything  but  vicious  and  hate-riddled  fear,  mutie,  genefreak,  his  blissful  ignorance  warms  an  old  magnetized  heart  as  flint  to  fire.  in  fact,  erik  almost  laughs,  though  not  quite,  the  sound  sputtering  around  behind  his  teeth  only  to  exfiltrate  in  a  short  nasal  huff.  he’ll  admit:  the  frenchman  is  a  big  man,  a  rival  to  a  number  of  powerful  individuals  he’d  had  the  (mis)fortunate  of  acquainting  himself  with,  yet  erik  remains  undaunted,  never  a  man  to  taste  fear,  let  alone  sup  upon  it.  physical  imposition  meant  little  to  a  being  such  as  himself,  impressively  aware  of  the  extent  of  his  ability.