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[lovelylittledarkthings]

Oh hey it’s been a bit...

[blakehook]

Ya Drank With Demons Straight From Hell || Murphy & Blake

Blake stumbled out of the local bar with the gummy taste of rum on his tongue, an arm thrown amiably around a stranger who was telling him a tale of a sea voyage where apparently the man had been to Davy Jones' Locker and back. They parted at the end of the street and Blake moved across the path to a tree that he leaned against to support the numbness in his legs. Slowly he slumped to the ground and grinned into the dark night, an old Irish song filtering past his lips.