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Gonna do it. Soooooon as I can.
aer you still high little baby

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mashumallow replied to your post: mashumallow replied to your post: I keep tossing...
Gonna do it. Soooooon as I can.
aer you still high little baby

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One of these days imma go straight to Italy and photoshoot with you
Or I to the States. I'm actually kind of sort of planning something for next year's Mysterium... if they'll still do it... and if it won't be on the other side of America from any kind of possible GT meet-up... would... be nice... (the city changes every year, idk on which time zone it's supposed to be in 2013 but there's also the possibility that they'll choose a canonically relevant location for the 20th anniversary. Problem is, one's Middle Of Nowhere, WA and the other is Middle Of Nowhere, NM)
...I require an 'old wives gossiping on a bench' pose, at any rate, as an accurate description of our characters' relationship. I say we start by taking one pic each the next time we wear our costumes and then photoshop them together.
BREAK ME! <3
There's no one left.
"And a sugar-coated happy ending to everyone," she'd said to him once. He should have known it could never be that simple. Did know. Didn't believe.
The thick metal of the bracelet is suffocating. He blinks to blue for a nothing of a second before returning with a spectral shiver -- he can see them, he can see them under the ground, coloured forms with bright cores of soul carved out. Apollo clutches his arms to his chest against the cold.
Terrible, tragic, group murder, took the daughter too, and that inspector, just promoted a few months ago, can you believe it, just terrible. Suspect still on the loose. Or they caught the suspect. Or there is no suspect. Rumours feeding on rumours and Yomiel knows the truth and how many times, how many lives does he have to live how many times does he have to kill everyone everyone just to disappear himself. How many rounds does this record have to spin before it breaks.
Apollo sighs, heads towards the entrance. It was a quiet ceremony. There was no one left to grieve.