"They call ye 'Long John' 'cause of that type'a energy ye give off, right?"
Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy.
“That’s certainly one theory.”
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"They call ye 'Long John' 'cause of that type'a energy ye give off, right?"
Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy.
“That’s certainly one theory.”
“ that’s the most disgusting thing i’ve ever heard. “ he says, smiling with intrigue.
Lucky for him, Darcy is a veritable receptacle of gross and useless facts. She licks her finger and turns the page of Highlights for Children.
“Yeah, and, also, like, the reason why airplane toilets say Do Not Flush While Sitting sometimes is that some of them have suction so strong they can and will suck your internal organs out your asshole.”
❝ my fury is a thing to behold. ❞ (except it's written on the wall of alan's courtyard, decorated with a few severed hunter heads. love, the crone.)
In Which The King is Pisssed
The crimson and gruesome display sullied the otherwise immaculate ivy tendrils, snaking along their length. Someone had the audacity to sully his prized courtyard--and not too far from their Oracle’s temple. Imagine, if they had discovered her! They might have taken her for themselves.
There was also the matter of the clear insult. It was becoming very apparent that the beasts in the woods would not be going away anytime soon. Not without extreme action. Nostrils flared in barely restrained rage, he turned so sharply that the robe he wore gave a snap.
“Those ungrateful mongrels have dug their own graves. It seems as though they understand little else but bloodshed. Fetch me the Witcher.”
mactirefireann replied to your post: “I’m going to go see the wolves!” Molly hissed...
she’s going to WHAT NOW
[a universal and always relevant reaction to Molly Being Molly]
mactirefireann replied to your post: "You are better. You are gaining weight, finally."...
ok but………cabal can probably actually grow the leg back….
:)
@mactirefireann replied to your post: in this house we love and accept writing without...
i have never wrote anything with a braincell in my life
i know this and i love you
“Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.” Nevermind the fact that Connor's already clutching it tight to his chest with a stupid wide smile on his face. (oisín!)
If there’s anything strange about the request, Oisín doesn’t seem to realise it; he only looks pleased, in his soft way, and reaches out to touch the sleeve of the sweater before releasing it. “’Course. I don’t want you to freeze.” Then he steps forwards, wrapping one arm around Connor in a tight, warm hug, shoulders curving as he leans down to him. Ever since he learned it was alright to hug goodbye, Oisín hasn’t missed a single one.
He straightens, hand still on Connor’s shoulder, smiling. “Bring it back though? Missus Esther made it for me after her--” He hesitates, stumbling on the words a little. “--ehm... After her friend died, and I’d been helpin’ with... the digging. So it’s special?”
Connor placed a palm-sized puppy statue carved out of rose quartz, something he'd found in a flea market, on Molly's kitchen table. There was a note attached to it that read, "I paw-sitively love you!"
A Valentine!!!
The squeal Molly emitted was nearly inhuman as she realized just what the statuette was of, and immediately began the process of deciding whether it was best to leave it alone or if she could touch it gently enough.
Unable to resist, she gently picked the puppy from the table, thrilled by it. Connor would get a kiss. Like, a huge kiss. A kiss like from a romantic movie.