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[text]: help me destroy my desk? ;)
I quirked a pierced eyebrow, glancing down at the screen of my cell phone while staying still for a few moments before my spidery fingers began flying over the keys to type my reply.
[text]: I’m on my way.
I smirked, and placed a hand on my hip. "Besides, knowing your kinks might benefit me... with our sessions."
"Can't I have a day off from being your doctor?"
“Can you?” I taunted, flicking at my piercing with the tip of my tongue.
I'm enjoying knowing your kinks, Ms. Salander...
I raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly, “That’s not very professional, Doctor.”
Lisbeth & Severine || Weighing The Consequences
Palmgren had always told me that I needed to be more mindful that all of my actions had consequences. He was right, of course, and my logical mind was constantly weighing the outcomes of every situation. The one I was faced with today: to blow off an appointment with this psychiatrist or not.
Unfortunately, it would benefit me more to go to the session. If the shrink approved me, my Declaration of Incompetence had the potential to be lifted. I would finally be a fully independent woman.
With a deep sigh, I finished applying my heavy eye makeup and slid on a pair of ripped jeans. My tee-shirt was riddled with holes, the phrase "Fuck you, you fucking fuck" in bold across my chest. If I was going to go into this fucking shit storm, I was going to go as myself. I stalked out of my apartment building, soon straddling my motorcycle and speeding off towards the doctor's office. I shuddered at the thought. I'd rather be bleeding out than going through with this shit, but I wasn't going to pussy out.
I brought my bike to a stop and was soon shoving through the doors and being led to my psychiatrist's office. Fucking great.
[text]: i miss you. hope you are well.
[text]: I’m fine.
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Severine,
I believe we may have drank far too much last night. I suppose we will have to discuss this at some point. You may stay here if you like, I have gone to get breakfast for you.
-Hades