A little misery only makes you stronger

[Pax Deimos] [Twenty-Three] [Son of Pain] You're playing games with destiny and picking fights with fate. Nobody gets to command you now, only broken chains. Not your father's son, no simple follower, you'll write the rules and change the game before you fade away.

[pax-deimos]

paniczeffer:.

“True. We’ve just never talked about sex really. So I don’t know how you are with it.” He laughs. “Yes i’m the clumsy one.” Zeffer nuzzles into pax’ side and kisses their cheek. “It was rude you’re hot.” He frowns. “Then distract me.”

“I didn’t know it was a discussion but okay, we’ll discuss it; it doesn’t weird me out that you want to sleep with me because you’re my best friend and it makes more sense to sleep with your best friend than some stranger.” And that, Pax assumed, was the whole discussion, except Zeff was probably waiting for more and earned a sigh for it and a moment of thought. “I don’t know, it’s never seemed like anything strange to be attracted to you or Hadie, but you’re both so emotionally all over the place getting too physical with things just seemed like something that would screw you up worse.” And that, yes, was the full of sum of what Pax had to say on the matter.

Oh, Zeff just had to say that, didn’t he? “Hey, shut up; I haven’t tripped over anything all day today, and I was drunk earlier. Still a little drunk now.” But most of the buzz had faded away and the sober lull was far less appealing but it always came back sooner or later.

“Yeah, not that sort of distraction.” Eyes rolled and giving Zeff a bit of a nudge because too much affection and that problem would be there to deal with all over again. “I don’t think I could even touch you right now without you screwing up your stitches again.” Annoying as that was, yes, but Pax had to be the mature one, shockingly, for once since it was for Zeff’s sake. “I have a surprise for you anyway, that doesn’t involve less clothes, sadly, but it’s still pretty good.”

[pax-deimos]

paniczeffer:

“You totally should have said. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Wait you would have done something about it?” Zeffer watches Pax dress his wounds and frowns. “You know you don’t have to do that.” He sighs. “I know I just worry. You’re just so perfect and too good to be true.” Zeffer groans as he licks the blood from his hand. “Okay so my dick was going down but now it’s fucking hard again Pax. Why did you do that?”

“When have I ever been uncomfortable around you?” That was just a given, or so Pax thought, that the level of normality in interaction with Zeff or Hadie just came naturally, there had never been any rules to it. Or if there had nobody had ever informed Pax of that so said rules didn’t apply; the idea that something might when it came to those lines of friendship and such really didn’t make sense in the first place. Those were the people it was normal to be comfortable with, not strangers; the whole idea of interest in strangers was what Pax found bizarre.

And it was a null point about the wound and bandaging, wasn’t it? “Yeah, I don’t have to do anything really, but that doesn’t really mean I don’t want to do things like try to keep your clumsy self from bleeding out on the couch. It’s a thankless job, clearly,” the mock-sigh was drawn out and nearly comical as Pax shrugged it off.

But the laugh was full out amused when Zeff said that, right...perfect. “Gods, have you met me? I’m a fucking psychopath and I’m thinking that’s probably worse because I know it. But I appreciate the vote of confidence and your high opinions of me.” Nothing like a little ego-boosting to make a demon happy, true, and Zeff always did wonders at those sort of things.

There was some sympathy for Zeff and his current plight, but the fact remained the answer was very simple; “The same reason I do anything? Because I wanted to?” Motives were so very uncomplicated when people didn’t make them that way, or bother much with moral implications. “I’m not taking you to the hospital for sex-related anemia from blood loss. Besides, I can distract you with something else right now.” As usual, Pax had a dozen plans at any given time, and most of them weren’t entire disasters.

[pax-deimos]

paniczeffer:

“You knew I was hard and you didn’t say anything? Rude.” He looks down an moves over. “I think it’s okay. Just a gauze change from the postition I was in, hand me the gauze please? It’s normal for the blood. It’s actually not as bad as it was to be honest.” He takes deep breaths, trying to calm his hard on. “I don’t want you to think all I want is to sleep with you. I really like you obviously and I don’t care if we sleep together. If we did that’d be amazing, but if we didn’t it wouldn’t kill me you know? You’ll always be my Pax.” 

“I didn’t exactly think you would have appreciated me either pointing it out or, you know, shoving my hand down the front of your boxers to fix the issue.” Pax quirked an eyebrow at him with something of a humored sound, because with the way the other demon would go into a random panic it hardly seemed like a great idea to be that accosting about it. “That seems like it would have been more, actually.”

Rather than hand the gauze over though it stayed in-hand while Pax waited for Zeff to stop shifting around, reaching to snag the soaked one clinging to that wound and try to peel it off. “Yeah, yeah, you can fix it, it’s not bad, I know.” Not a bit of attention paid to the argument that the wound didn’t need looking after, Pax tried to navigate around blood and such to get it cleaned back up and bandaged again.

“I have literally known you my entire life, why in the hell would I think all you want is to sleep with me? I’m pretty sure that wasn’t even a thing when we were kids, so yeah, I’m not really questioning your motives here.” It wasn’t anything to question, things with Zeff were comfortable, they always had been, they were changing a bit along the way but Pax didn’t see it as awkward. “Might have to put that idea on hold while you have a stab wound, seriously Zeff.” Humor trailed the words and once Pax was satisfied with the idea that bandage was fitfully in place the old one was tossed aside.

“Well that was messy,” but a smirk played over those lips and Pax only bothered to scrub the blood off one hand against dusty jeans, the fingertips of the other was licked clean with a viciously pleased glint of eyes to match that smirk.

[pax-deimos]

paniczeffer:

Zeff went to another spot to mark them and groaned. He gasped when he noticed the blood and panicked, not a good panic either. “Fuck I can’t move because you’ll see something you don’t want to see and oh gods i’m embarrassed you’re going to think bad of me. Just don’t worry about it. It’s fine. Just focus on kissing me okay?”

And there was that point when Zeff lost it, just like his dad, and got all twitchy with the anxiety; but it wasn’t anything all too new and only required a bit of directional calm to keep from a full blowout, hopefully. Granted, the past few moments had done wonders to sober Pax up a bit, but had also made the physical distraction even more demanding. But Zeff was bleeding and that wouldn’t have bothered Pax if the tables had been turned, it clearly had the other demon freaking out. Among other issues, evidently.

“Yeah, if you’re freaking out about me seeing anything that’s currently gouging me in the thigh you can calm down man, really.” Ah, poor Zeff, how anyone so rough at the edges could be so hopelessly anxious over some things was comical, but Pax didn’t actually tease for once. “The idea of you all worked up and bloody really only hits the point of highly morally questionable turn-on when that blood belongs to someone else, so we should probably calm it down right now and get you fixed back up.”

“I’m not going to see anything that I don’t want to.” Pax chuckled and did lean up just enough to try to pacify some of that anxiety with a kiss, one less demands and heat and more subtle reassurance in the slow effort before drawing back. “But when you pass out from blood loss this is going to be decidedly less fun.”

[pax-deimos]

nxstylilgirl:

Lottie dismissed everything else that was said, focusing on the last bit. How dare he? How could he? She took a deep breath, grinding her teeth a bit as her jaw tightened. “Well, your best friend is also my best friend, and if he and I were able to move past that tragic period of time, then why can’t you?” She asked with a bitter tone to her voice, not wanting to even talk about her past with hadie. I️t was a touchy subject and brought out the worst in her.

Oh, Hadie had lots of friends, Pax didn’t let it even stir much emotion because all those people didn’t matter ultimately. Zeff had friends too, and Pax had..well...’friends’ in the sense of useful people that were a good distraction at times; but they were just people who would come and go. It would have been cruel to point out she wasn’t that special, or really all the unique to the fact that Hadie had the occasional fling with people because, hey, maybe she was? Sure; she was the one person out of all the others that had graduated from sexual distraction to friend, expect probably not. Now there would have to be some weighing to decide if it was something to be jealous about of course, but that required a bit more scrutiny.

She wasn’t Hadie’s best friend in the same scope that Pax was, that was all that really mattered.

“Someone’s bitter.” Since there was no recollection of how it had ended, only that seeing her had become less of a given, Pax was led to believe it had to be a sore spot. “I’m guessing how it ended for you wasn’t how it ended for him. But, to be fair, that’s just Hadie.” Nasty little fault, the emotional void that Hadie lingered in, but it was just part of him and Pax was a firm believer in even the ugly parts of people being important when they mattered.

[pax-deimos]

paniczeffer:

Zeff was turned on but he tried his best to hide it. This wasn’t a hook up, this was Pax and he loves them so much. So he sat on his knees as much as he could. Zeffer nuzzled their neck and kissed it. He groans and makes sure to leave a mark. He looks back to admire it. “Mine.”

It was curious to watch Zeff in that state, on some level out of the three of them it had always been easy to see Zeff as the most human, Pax held very little opinion of having much in common with that and Hadie certainly had a stronger streak of it but not nearly as much as Zeffer. Not that the sort of emotional extremes that went with desire were strictly human, but emotions always ran so deep with the other demon and Pax found that endearing about him.

“Hmn,” It was nothing at all like a protest to the idea, or the lulling sting left in skin marred by that rough sensation; that faint hum along eager nerves felt incredibly good. “Well it only took you..you know...twenty-something years to figure out,” light humor, because that heat was still running high in Pax’s blood but so was the dire need to breathe for a second. Now, if Hadie would just clue in on that fact too then things would be just about perfect.

Stretching, alley-cat lazy and still with that glint of contentment lurking in those sharp blue eyes, Pax shifted and started to reach to drag Zeff back down when the motion pressed too close and it was difficult not to notice something damp between them. Never subtle, shoving a hand to the spot on jeans that felt a bit uncomfortable in the first place, Pax drew that hand back with fingertips twinged dull crimson.

“Uh? Fuck, Zeff, your stitches,” brow furrowed at the notion and the blood, Pax couldn’t help finding the situation amusing in spite of everything, “I forgot about that.”  

[pax-deimos]

paniczeffer:

“You’re not leaving me you little shit.” He didn’t know what had come over him he’d had a few drinks at the bar and was buzzed, but lip biting was a turn on. He kissed Pax hard, pulling their hair. He came up for air and panted. “I wanna kiss your neck. Can I leave a mark on you?”

Pax just snickered at Zeff’s determination over the matter, of course nothing short of no way around it would have been enough to leave Zeff and Hadie as they were very literally the only people that mattered. Even necessity might not have been enough, when it came right down to weighing that with want; and giving up things wanted was not something Pax was very often willing to do.

The question was so bizarrely unneeded that it inspired an amused giggle, cut short by the hitch of breath that came with those tugging fingers, words tumbling out even as Pax’s head tipped back with that none-too-subtle coaxing, throat bared. “You think you need to ask?” Pax was wired for those rougher edges when it came to affection and wasn’t ashamed of the fact by any measure, hands sliding to catch at the other demon’s shoulders with nails dragging; it just wasn’t much fun if there wasn’t a hint of tension in it.

[pax-deimos]

paniczeffer:

“Good. If you get sent back i’d have to go back. Not living without you.” Pax kisses him and he smiles. He loves the hands on his hair. Then he bites his lip and he growls. He grabs him by the shirt and pushes him towards the couch. He shoves him down and straddles him, kissing him roughly.

“I appreciate the moral support but if I get run off back there you better stay here and keep Hadie out of trouble; I’ll survive back home but who knows about you two here without me to supervise you.” Teasing, the words trailed off into another of those rather intoxicated amused sounds that bordered giggling. “Besides, I’d figure out a way to sneak out before long, you know I would.”

It was sudden, one moment looking at Zeff and the next there was the couch, and the motion causing a dizzy sensation just trying to keep up. Sudden, yes, but that wasn’t exactly something to complain about, even if it had been possible before any chance of speaking or breathing was cut off by that intense kiss. Well, clearly something must have been a button to push; there were all sorts of interesting little spots to learn on Zeff now that their friendship had begun to turn more physically affectionate.

“Hnm, okay,” Pax managed in a second before that kiss took over again, a smirk dissolved into it with a tiny shiver creeping along tense muscles. Well if Zeff wanted to kiss like that Pax wasn’t going to argue the idea, just planted palms to the couch to push up enough to meet the dip of Zeff’s head and the searing eagerness in that kiss.

[pax-deimos]

paniczeffer:

“I’m sorry I just didn’t want you to freak out like this. I had plans to handle Farid.” Zeffer laughs. “Okay do not kill him and get sent back Pax.” He whines. He pulls a bandage from his pocket and dresses the wound after Pax inspects it. “It does hurt. I hate pain. I’m more into anxiety.” He pulls him close. “Cuddle me, maybe a kiss. Just make me smile.”

“Urgh...fine, I’ll just give him crushing emotional and mental trauma, but only because you asked,” cheerful, that agreement, even though the bloodshed would have been fun but Zeff did have a logical point and getting banished back to the Isle would make the rest of those grand plans impossible. Damn details; how was a demon supposed to get anything done? Eyes rolled at the notion if having to tame down that bloodlust a bit, Pax wasn’t exactly thrilled but would tolerate the necessity.

Watching Zeff dress that wound only stirred up the desire to help but not the best idea in that state so there was some waiting involved until the job was finished, and then the words drew Pax’s attention again. “Well, if we were both masochists that probably wouldn’t end well,” there was too much potential for far too many mishaps for the sake of entertainment. A nod, a smile sliding over Pax’s lips before they were put to better use in stealing that kiss, fingers buried into Zeff’s hair to draw him in closer. Oh, a kiss was perfectly manageable right then, indulgent too with that alcohol still humming along Pax’s nerves, dragging that kiss out and nipping at the other demon’s lower lip before drawing back just enough to catch a breath.

[pax-deimos]

nxstylilgirl:

As they droned on, Lottie rolled her eyes, standing up from doing her stretches and taking a seat next to them. “Are you done, mr grinch?” She asked with a raised brow. “Your whole ‘i hate The Who’s’ speech was cute and all, but even I’m not that sad. I complain a lot and push people away, but not to the point where I call them zombies.” She chuckled, finding I️t quite humorous, even though she shouldn’t.

At their next statement, she tilted her head, looking at them with a curious expression. What on earth were they going on about? And then I️t hit her, like ton of bricks. They were friends with hadie. Oh dear god.. “I haven’t a clue of what you’re talking about,” she shrugged, not letting them get to her.

“The fuck is a Who?” Pax was baffled by the reference, yeah..holidays hadn’t been something the Deimos family really attempted back home, getting by day to day had been enough trouble without trying to figure out human traditions and the like. That ‘Who’ business was something to look into later, because the idea of not knowing something was frustrating to a degree that would dig under skin with nagging little claws. “And what would you call them then? They’re fifty percent hormones, forty percent alcohol and the rest is all desperation. Zombies is a nicer way of saying that.” There were more creative ways to say it, true, but that required more effort than the moment was going to get.

Ah, there was the moment of clarity in her eyes even if it was carefully hidden away in the next instant, just enough to catch a glimpse of it. Pax chuckled, gaze wandering back to the roaming people to give her a moment, speaking while seemingly otherwise occupied with the scenery. “No? I’m hurt, but I guess I’ll forgive it since the last time I saw you, you were spending most of your time screwing my best friend and that did require most of your focus.” Amusement heavy in the words, eyes slid back to her slowly, it was nothing short of amazing that there wasn’t a smirk to join the words.

[pax-deimos]

paniczeffer:

Zeffer was panicking. “How do you even know?” He was exasperated. “What do you mean he told you? Pax calm down? Are you okay? Did the glass break on you?” He watches him panicking and just keeps quiet. “Yeah he stabbed me in the leg. “I don’t care what you do to him.” Zeffer sighs and removes his pants carefully. There’s gauze covering the wound, and it’s not too bloody, but still bloody. “It was two days ago. I got it stitched up at the infirmary.” He takes the gause off, wincing. “It fucking hurts. I did get him with my bat. He threw the knife in my leg, when I went to pull it out he walked up and twisted it.”

“I always know, everything, especially when you’re lying to me and hiding things!” Frustrated, not at Zeff so much as the situation, but it was no lie that when those emotions ran too strong Pax had decidedly little control over them, or the various degrees of mental flux that went with them. The rambling continued with the scrutiny of that wound, both with eyes and a careful touch, just to check the stitches and such, everything had to be exactly right or there would be even more hell to pay and somebody would, whoever had done a bad job at fixing Zeff. Lucky for that poor soul everything looked in order, but that malice still burned hellfire-hot in Pax’s gaze.

“I’m going to fucking peel his skin off, bit by bit,” Pax practically giggled, delighted with the idea actually, “It’s going to be so much fun, but messy...hmn...I’m going to need a big knife for that.” Trailing off, lost in some unhinged plan, Pax fell to mumbling and didn’t fully check back in mentally until a moment later. “Probably better to wait until I’m less drunk to do that, sharp knives and all.” The first moment of sanity in several scattered ones, yes, but that hardly meant that twitchy mood had broken, oh no.

Drawn back, almost standing, Pax stopped short half because those feet were just not steady at all and there was a moment of just looking at Zeff again. “Oh. Zeff, are you okay? I can murder Farid later. Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m not going to run off and just leave you here bleeding.”

Zeff fully the focus once more, distance between them closed with a quick motion back near and a just-so-sweet bout of fussing over the idea, fingers lifted to push the other demon’s dark hair away from those blue eyes, Pax went from killer rage to obsessive concern in less time than it took most people to catch their breath; quite a feat for someone still mildly drunk. Nothing like a fit of mental instability to sober a person up a little. “Does it hurt?” Of course it did, that was hardly a question. “I know you don’t like that the way I do. I’ll rip his lungs out tomorrow, I’ll take care of you tonight, whatever you want. You should have told me your were hurt.”

[pax-deimos]

paniczeffer:

Zeffer laughs. “Just drink your water you cute person.” He plays with their hair, smiling at them. When they prodded at his wound he screamed and Pax was flipped off the couch. “FUCK!” He grabbed his leg and rubbed it. “Don’t touch that spot. It’s a ummm, it’s a bruise. Yeah that’s what it is.” He shrugs. “Just went to school.”

And there was the floor, suddenly, and painfully, with that glass tossed off to the side but not before the water in it ended up half on the couch and half on the still rather intoxicated demon; Pax groaned and sat up, feeling the room spin and needing a moment to focus once more. Right, it was a bruise, because bruises made people shriek like that; there was even the slightest hint of anything believable about the words and once the dizziness had passed Pax’s eyebrow shot up with some vague recollection of an earlier text conversation. 

“The fuck Zeff,” Oh no, that lie was far too easy to see through. “Really? You’re going to lie to me? Since when has that ever worked? What the hell happened?” Bits and parts were filtering through that foggy brain and when it hit, the realization, it was like a spike of clarity. Very bitter clarity. 

“I am going to murder that sleazy, gods-damned bastard,” the words were a vicious hiss and the intentions behind them were nothing short of absolute, drunk or not, Pax hardly ever joked about harming people when it was a very real threat. “Going to rip out his eyes and make him eat them,” and that was the least creative thing that came to mind right then, and certainly sounded practically gleeful in fact because now there was a justified reason to do so. Of course there was also Zeff there, miserable and hurt, which clicked into place a second later and Pax had to put aside plans to destroy Farid to make sure the other demon was in fact not going to die.

“What did he do? Bastard told me he stabbed you,” It was nothing short of amazing that there was any ability to move in that rattled brain of Pax’s but it happened, from sitting on the floor to suddenly on the couch, looming with concern...fairly demanding concern, but still. “Is it bad? Do I get to rip his face off? Please let me rip his face off. And, move, let me see so I know you’re okay.” Of course there was fabric in the way but that was not going to stop Pax’s demands. “Take your pants off.”

[pax-deimos]

paniczeffer:

@pax-deimos

Zeffer rushes home to get to Pax, knowing they’re wasted. He gets through the door and finds them in the floor. “Pax love.” He picks them up and lays them on the couch. He fixes them water and gives it to them. “Hydrate yourself you silly person.” He kisses their cheek and sits down, pulling their feet to rest on his lap. He winces a little as their leg hits his stitches but he tries to hide it. “How was your day?”

The undignified yelp that sounded with that whole being hauled up off that nice spot on the floor business was sharp and followed by a grumble, but the couch was comfortable enough really, it was just all the motion that was dizzying. “Urgh, you sound like my mom; that is not a good thing,” of course the attempt with the water was met with a lazy complaint even if the glass did end up not tossed back at Zeff. Really, it was sweet, probably; Zeff was weird like that but Pax was never one to dismiss the idea of wallowing in the attention of someone, especially when it was the attention of someone important.

Begrudgingly taking a sip, Pax stretched and shifted to get more comfortable with an eyebrow lifted at that flinch. “Eh? I’m not dead, see? Still breathing.” Then with a testing little prod again with one foot at that spot, highly suspicious about the matter whenever Zeff was trying to hide things...as though he really even could. “This has been my day, now what about you, huh?”

[pax-deimos]

nxstylilgirl:

“Alright, grumpy, clearly someone isn’t excited about spirit week,” she rolled her eyes, but fully understood where he was coming from. I️t wasn’t exactly something that made sense, but she didn’t care at this point. She wanted to make some friends and do something semi-productive.

“Some of those boys would look stunning in short shorts,” she grinned, thinking about some of them in tight form fitting shorts.

“Whoa, who said anything about being a good girl? Just because a gal joins the cheerleading team, suddenly she’s a goody good? I don’t think so.”

“Oh, no, I just don’t care either way about it. Although it is amusing for the sake of watching people try way too hard.” Ah, the desperate whims of the people who were, in theory, Pax’s peers; at least by basis of age frame. But anything in common with the hormonal, scattered creatures that scurried around the campus? Now that was laughable, even to someone as distinctly dramatic as the demon could be at times. Because Spirit Week was an exercise in distraction that only offered another glimpse into the social workings that had to be dissected and that was already a complicated task with the Isle not exactly far in the past in anyone’s mind. “If I disliked it I would be complaining that it’s a thinly-veiled attempt to worship the idea of might equals right with the whole...let’s adore the jocks thing. But hey, I figure let the zombies have their fun; gives me a chance to poke at them with a stick.”

Clearly she had no recollection of the chatty, scrawny kid who had been a shadow in a part of her past and that was highly entertaining. Because Pax might have been able to claim magic in being able to fade from sight but the real skill that meant something lay in a learned talent; paying attention. The past was all filed away nice and neat, the people in it and those now were all sorted out into various degrees of useful and if they deserved loathing, if they had anything to offer. Information was better than magic, if it was guarded and made use of in the right ways.

“Don’t know, does it? Are you asking me or yourself?” A smile curled over those lips with something of a lifted brow again in questioning. “Go team, hmn? Different team you’re playing for these days, Lottie?”

[pax-deimos]

nxstylilgirl:

“You certainly have a point, my dear,” Lottie chuckled as they spoke to her, making a very valid point. These guys were most likely pigs, talking about the girls in very crude ways. But then again, she would probably think just as crude things. “However, running around in short skirts and cheering people on is pretty empowering. I mean, our joy and spirit helps others perform better. That’s pretty bad ass,” she nodded.

“I’d be more inclined to believe it was school spirit if it didn’t involve pretty girls in small amounts of clothing, but hey...I’m entirely lacking most anything close to school spirit so maybe I don’t fully understand how people waving their...pom-poms equals...well, anything but someone waving them.” With a lazy stretch and sharp eyes trailed back towards her, brow furrowed just barely with contemplation.

Why did she look vaguely familiar?

“At least be progressive about it and put a few guys out there in shorts or something, I’ve seen the guys’ team uniforms; some of them would look better in a skirt, frankly.” There were a few pretty ones after all. Elbow planted against the table, chin dropped into an upturned palm, mind mulling over who the girl was it crept over his brain like a tiny, nagging feeling.

Oh.

“The good girl thing must be incredibly boring, it would drive me out of my mind,” a shrug involved with the words, bland, because she was not exactly a stranger but very obviously hadn’t realized it, or maybe hadn’t even noticed in the past.

[pax-deimos]

nxstylilgirl:

“I️ can’t believe that I️ actually joined the cheerleading team,” Lottie mumbled as she did her stretches before practice. “But apparently team work and girl power is like a big deal, so I️ guess it’s not that bad, right?”

“Oh yeah, because running around in short skirts and trying to convince people to support the same guys who probably talk about what you look like without those skirts in the locker room is just the definition of girl power.” Pax drawled with eyes rolled, and of course being on campus had turned into a regular venture because, one, somebody had to annoy Zeff, and two...it was a reasonably good spot to keep an eye on the royal brats. Getting in good with them was a necessary evil, one that was only marginally successful thus far but it was a work in progress.

The cheerleader just happened to have the misfortune of doing her stretches too close to the table where Pax had been perched that morning to people watch. One of the benefits of lurking around that large of a campus though fell to the fact that so far nobody had really figured out about the whole...not attending so not supposed to be there issue.

[pax-deimos]

@Zeff & Hadie + random numbers // open to anybody

PaX: I also have a chair to put in front of the doooor. Can you walk through a chair?

PaX: it's not fair if you can. I can't even stay invisible if somebody touches me. How lame is that. so much for strangling somebody without being seen. my life is full of compl complikashions

PaX: why the fuck isn't my autocorrect working when I'm drunk. fucking phone knows I can spell

PaX: I only hate people with power. am fine with losers like us

PaX: the fuck is that? humans are weird. on the other hand I should always be adored and worshiped so

PaX: and stop being adorable. you're a demon and should be scary. haha. well, it's okay around me I guess. just not other people

PaX:....I can't find the couch. this is a problem.