Dec 23, 2006 00:30
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That was a curse.
I am...
...unwilling to speak of it.
[ooc: And guess who doesn't know he's affected by the truth curse? Alas for connivances, alas.]
rosiel,
elle driver,
kagura,
integral,
yumi/ko,
no i wasn't a small insane vampire child,
jan,
truth hurts,
alucard,
captain,
kitty jones,
luke
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Santa will know, you realize.
A pity. I rather fancy children ~ ♥
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But not too young for you to attempt to connive.
Why should I be nice?
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Because you like me ~
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I do not like you. I am intrigued and reminded of someone I loved. It must be the taint of madness that is familiar.
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No, no, no. You like me.
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I do not have to like you to find you interesting.
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You're boring me now.
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Some wit with their angst suffices ~ ♥ ~ alas, the black and white of your service is... far too dull.
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You just don't like being told "no."
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And you... you're not used to not being trusted at all.
Deep down deep, the instigation... a traitor, he says, a craven. As if he did not know it was within human instinct to seek out the 'good' within and redeem.
...as if he did not know they'd try all the more for his depreciation. But you see, allow me to stand your ground: you are despicable. You are unworthy. And no amount of masked, vanity-induced self-pity will give the polish to some imperfect rite of purification.
Certainly, whine away as to otherwise ~ ♥ ~ you'll just bore me again.
[ ooc : ...an angel and his sour grapes. *snicker* ]
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Beauty is a charming luxury, but hardly a compelling argument in your favor. I know all too well what hides behind a pleasing face and inside a body so beautiful not to touch it is almost a sin.
All vampires are trash. It does not require self-pity to accept that about myself.
But self-loathing? That may be the proper definition of my existence at this time.
Too much. I give away too much too easily. Herein lies the curse.
[ooc: Tsh, said the fox, I would not want them anyway.]
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You may freely dispose of a loathing towards yourself, your kin, your antecedents, bloodline, or the increasing number of calories in even the slightest chocolate baton - whenever you fancy ~ ♥
[ ooc : and in neglect, the grapevine withered. ]
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Oh, you do hold yourself in high regard.
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