Confession: Cistus stared at Doom before clearing his throat.
"You are one of the most perplexing woman I've come across in recent years. It's irritating, yet... also rather fascinating. I encourage you to not die until my curiosity is satisfied."
In my inbox, write a confession your muse want to tell my muse. The catch, my muse will forget what your muse said unless they say in the end โRemember it.โ
Doomsday grins and is about to tell him that it's too late, he's too late, because she's already late... late in the sense that she's already died, many times, both in the sense she has literally died, been a ghost, been through that whole rigmarole, and is now alive again and back in a living body, and has died again and is stuck in a whole Schrodinger's Cat sort of scenario...
The moment she opens her mouth to tell him as much, she suddenly realizes she doesn't remember what it was she was about to say. And she doesn't remember what it was that he said. And that's all very embarrassing for her because surely her memory isn't all that bad. Is it?
She just keeps on grinning, though. And laughs instead. "Ehehehehe. Heyyyyy, wasp guy! What's up? Why do you look so grave? Did I offend you lately? I do that so often, it's hard to keep track, ehehe. I mean, if I did, you know what you could do? Get horrible, filthy revenge against me! However you like. What are you gonna do about it? Run me over with a car? Drop an anvil on my head? Blast me to pieces? BIte me? I mean, do whatever you have to do, man," she says, letting out a long-suffering sigh, as if this is the worst thing that could have possibly happened to her, and puts out both wrists.
Is she asking for him to bite her or slap handcuffs on her? Who knows?
