#well played...

Me: "We get a magic hammer! :D"

Crowley: "Just think of what it is you want, swing the hammer, and it will appear!"

Me: "......wait a minute......." *-types something in discord gifs-*

staring at you and NOT ONE ASH has dropped?? I don't think sis woke up with her innards in their correct locations

sis wont be able to get out of bed for the next 3 to 19 business days. he was in that bitch playin tetris with her spleen and gallbladder like I... HE thick so I know ITS thick and I just... I feel like he moved some vertebrae out of position and I need a moment..... CHAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

YOU HEAR MEEEEE! Not a single ash! 😩 It was at that exact moment He was planning his attack. The liq was kicking in...those lil' eyes tighter than usual...GIIIRRLLLL, He was plotting on rocking all the boats & working all the middles. All. Night. Long...and did! Ma'am most definitely missed her flight and had to reschedule it!

CIIIIINNNNNNNNN! That slick, girthy (with a lil curve), deep-voiced, tight eyed, big-thick-bodied MF KNEW EXACTLYYY WHAT HE WAS DOIIINNNGGGGG! Sending her ass back home with wiggly ankles for weeks! JUST DIABOLICAL!

I get it Marguerite, I too would like to start an argument and end up with wiggly ankles and legs of boiled linguini!

He's making his way back from grocery shopping when he sees it. "No..." He runs up the little path to his front door, pulling down the fake cobwebs on his way in. His steps are cautious, just in case the floor is slippery again, but after checking each room João can't find anything else wrong. Is it just the cobwebs?

Taking the groceries to the kitchen, he finally sees (and smells) the cookies. He checks the kitchen thoroughly, and once again finds nothing. Maybe this is just a harmless prank. He's about to take a cookie, but stops. "No. No, that's what they want me to do."

For the rest of the day he will reach out for one, just to stop himself in case it's laced with something.

me: N-O-T-C-L-U-E

me: fuck offffff

"Oh.

...

I don't speak much of the people I've met. And if I do, it is very select parts of my history with them. Like some sort of... Damage control. Most of them I pretend like they never even existed. And that goes extra for him. I don't even like to mention his name.

Alexander... Ha! Can you believe we were on a first name basis right off the bat? No Mr. Rowan or Doctor Kakkelakka! Just Rosch and Alexander. He always put my name first, too. Why, I just don't know. I could twist and turn his actions to try to guess what he meant all day long. I have been, for more than a hundred years now. But I'll never know.

Do I wish I hadn't met him? There are times where I fantasize about being back there, just to tell him off. Call him out. Tell him what a coward he is. Being angry is just... So much easier. But that hate isn't me. And I know anger is just a response to something in you being hurt. Maybe my pride. Maybe my trust. And I also know it isn't true. He was no coward.

They say bravery is a decision, and fear is a response.

And I was terrified when I saw those men. But I knew I had Alexander at my back and I felt strengthened by our training, by his words and all the belief he had put in me. So I chose to be brave.

But he saw the danger. I remember that look in his eyes. Can one single moment destroy a man forever? Can it ruin his legacy, his person?

I don't know. I go back and forth on this like a pendulum. He always stood up for me. He always looked people in the eye. Especially those everyone else would avoid and ignore. He invited those down on their luck to dine with him

I mean- he invited me in to stay with him when I wasn't even stable enough to tell him my name. I had nothing and he gave me everything. Do I wish I had never met him?

...

The most hurtful thing he ever did was disappear from my life.