#thexlamb

"This just raises too many questions."

This adventure had gone on so long that the girl’s emotions have gone numb! Rosalind wasn’t sure what to do, so she hesitantly patted Elizabeth on the head. “I assure you, there will be a light at the end of the tunnel.” The girl might not completely remember Rosalind, but she thought this might cheer her up. She knew now that she could not abandon her… even though she would still complain to her brother later. After all, this was all Rosalind’s fault, wasn’t it?

"Vengeance? On me, or the world?"

Slate, obviously. But I have two OCs I really want to do. One for Bioshock and one not. I also kinda wanna do ELizabeth, but that never goes well.

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will sell soul for anyone to break lc tbh

  Would it ever end?   Rarely did the newly married Mrs. A. Comstock have time for herself. Between the occasional sermon she presided over and the constant need to increase the size of the Flock with the city's launch date looming over every religious figurehead and future official. Every day did sinners kneel before the Prophet and his bride, seeking absolution from two sinners turned saints. It was astonishing how her entire past had been left behind following her dip in a river, yet she still felt unclean. The feeling nagged at her, eating her from the inside and appearing in  dreams despite her assurance - his assurance - that everything was far behind her now.    It was hard to brood about such things when the holy woman's nimble hands were busy grasping others and handing out pamphlets to all who would stop to listen. Comstock was the voice; but to those who had no time or patience, the good Mrs. Comstock was all too willing to work on the sidelines. In the end, it kept her busy; and that meant she did not have the time of day to truly think of herself. Her husband's dream, his cause, was what she pursued whole-heartedly. Had Father Comstock not taken her in? Had he not shown her the light? With love had he offered her redemption and a chance to truly make things right; so willingly had she thrown her entire body and soul into such a righteous cause!   Situated amidst a crowd of curious on-lookers,  pamphlets and words of wisdom were quickly passed, each disciple working themselves outwards.                             "--Have you heard much on Our Prophet's teachings?"   

« You're not excluded from such a thing, young miss. I'll close one eye this time --but next time, you should at least ask me three times if you wanted to use that wrench over my contraption. »