#crowsinned;;

[derierii]

❛ voicemail ❜

drunk voicemail (open)

There’s a lot of background noise– some car horns, speaking voices so muffled they are unintelligible, a siren in the distance maybe. After two minutes and thirty-six seconds, there is a brief, loud rustling noise, and she can hear Derieri’s voice, still distant like her mouth isn’t pressed to the phone.

     “I goddamn butt-dialed! GHh…”

Then she abruptly becomes louder and clearer and says:      “Tell Meliodas to go fuck’imself.”

And there, the message ends.

[derierii]

crowsinned

@derierii continued from [x]

              there is something melancholic about her smile — the kinship she feels for the other a pleasantsensation. enemies cannot be cordial, or so they say, but are the closest friends not the ones with whom you have crossed blades?

                 ❝ pain in the ass, indeed.                  though, in your case, i would say that                  it is not unwelcome. ❞

She scowls. Her ‘love life’, or whatever part of it people imagine exists, isn’t just out there for discussion.

     “Talking from the ass, it’s not your business.”

   Shorthand for: go away before I kill you.