I've decided that letting my parents think that I'm finally going through the sulky teenage brat stage is a lot easier than having to explain to them that I'm the goddess Sif and have had about seventeen lives (probably, you lose track after the tenth one), it's just safer to "mope" in my room at present moment
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Is that a invitation to go mope outdoors? Because if it is I might have to decline until you fully introduce yourself. Can't have any murderers, after all, they murder people.
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And I'm inviting you to crash my brother's place, so you might want to ask him about the murdering ♥
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...You know, as long as your brother isn't a axe murderer.
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My brother is v. handsome. That's all you have to worry about. But he's too old for you, so don't even think about it ♪.
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I'm a married woman, Gerd! ...Well, a sort of married woman. And I don't know why folk think I'm so deprived, anyway. I swear that when I arrived half the people appeared to be waiting for me to tear my clothes off and scream "TAKE ME NOW!" At the top of my lungs.
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Because eighteen's sweet and tender ♥. Cherries are waiting to be popped, and my brother would pop it buuut I say NO. And shush! You're too little to be married.
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Not to mention waiting for sex? And no worries, my womb totally needs a rest.
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And your womb is safe in my bed, BUT DON'T GET THE WRONG BED.
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...Most of the time.
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