#gothbetchbiggle

My muse is completely drunk and incoherent.

“I fucking miss David Bowie! We are all gonna die and the universe is taking the good ones too early so what the fuck does that say for the rest of us?! I am too beautiful to die right now!!” 

Of course to him it sounded like he was saying words and not just a bunch of slurry gibberish. Maybe a few keywords came out like death and David Bowie, but for the most part he was just sloshing around and spilling his whiskey. 

✪ You seem like a cool person

Thank you! 

❊ I want to roleplay with you

“Yeah, I can make tea. I’ve been learning how to cook with the idea of maybe becoming a chef, but I guess I could just be a homemaker.

If I were a Deity, what do you think would be left at my shrine?

The words rang through Christophes head when his princess said that. The concept of him belonging to her was something that eluded him. Though She was the person that picked him off the streets, gave him a job and a place to stay. Which could all change if he ever angered the girl.  That much he was aware of.

“My lady.. You mean to imply that you own me?” He asked, trying to make sure he was understanding her correctly. Making a statement without having a clear understanding was something he wanted to avoid to make sure there was no confusion.