#susie queue.

ashley cleans out her inbox!

gossip is cleansing for the soul — copyright eliza sheridan, right fucking now. she looks right out of sex and the city; talking shit about people she knows, especially her ex girlfriend, with a glass of the good shit in hand. this is supposed to be a cathartic, healing vent.

“i should rip that bitch’s hair out.” eliza hisses before gulping down the rest the blood in her nearly-full glass. so, she’s not taking the news of her ex finding a new girlfriend well. eliza’s not actually sure who the she in question is; maybe both of them, it might make her feel better. her pouting scowl is actually hilarious, but auri better not point that out. whatever’s left of her soul is on fucking fire, or whatever poetic shit alex would say right now.

inbox raid!

"don't you get tired, though?" maybe nate just has a stronger spirit than jude. he hasn't asked how long nate's been on the run, but jude can say this about himself: fifteen years is a long damn time. long enough that he's near ready to throw in the towel and say fuck it, let it all go. maybe it's a coward's mentality, jude can accept that; add that to the ever-growing list of things he'll beat himself up over.

inbox raid!

damn. twenty-first century, and she still has this bullshit to deal with, huh? vampires have never fallen out of popular culture, and as it turns out, neither has vampire hunting. shit. "come on — what did you say your name was?"

he probably didn't give it, but eliza spins her words like silk and allows them to drip sweetly like honey.

"it's twenty ... what year is it?" eliza remembers celebrating the new year a few months ago, but didn't pay much attention to what year everyone was celebrating. the last decade's been a bit of a blur, if she's being honest.