He waited long enough, Berkley was good at avoiding him-he’d give her that much, but she wouldn’t be able to avoid him forever. He hoped as he messily scrawled on the back of his Ancient Runes notes, that his words would agitate her enough that she’d respond. At least they’d get a line of communication started.
Wifey,
It’s my birthday, are you gonna wish me a happy birthday??
E. Danveirs
@iamberkleymacbeth







