#heyas

Sweeney sniffed, rolled a joint, took a swig from his flask, and then held it out as an offering after a moment of hesitation. Sharp as he was with his words, he thought what she was trying to do right then was somewhat - somewhat - admirable, at least.

Being in the employ of Wednesday (ah, who was he fucking kidding? He was a go-fer) brought Sweeney to some strange places. There were some things he refused to do or let do on principle alone - no fucking Guinness beer (got to think outside the box), no ruffling his fucking hair (he was a tall Leprechaun who towered over everyone), and no fucking cutesy stuff.

All of which were thrown out of the window when Wednesday sent him to round up the old gods, of course. 

@sulkyprince

✘ - hates?

Being cussed at until I'm at the point of tears, my dad going on and on about how my mum should go back to him, nightmares, and insomnia,