party bird (hiatus)

wake up, david.

“Wouldn’t you rather feel bad for yourself?” he asked with faux joviality, leaning in. “I mean, you are dating my mother, which makes you my stepfather by proxy.”

"I feel bad for him because you look like him, which means he probably gets blamed for the shit you pull. Though I can't say I like that either."

“I hate to disagree, but in this case, it’s fact,” he said, putting his hands in his pockets. “What, you don’t see the family resemblance? From what I hear tell, I’m the spitting image of my father before the Dark Ones touched him. Apart from the eyes, obviously, but as if he could ever tell the difference between purple and green.”

David shrugs, folding his arms. "Now that I'm making myself look at you, I can see it. Now I feel bad for him, knowing this is what his kid's like."

look at it look at that weird birb it doesn’t know how to raven

“So you’re her new lover, huh?” the dracopire scoffed. “I didn’t think she could do much worse than him. I stand corrected.”

"Opinions sure are great, huh?" he growls, looking him over. "Who the hell are you?"