"If" isn't a game Darla plays very often. She thinks it's futile and just leads to brooding, which is better left to the male part of the family. But there is one thing she keeps wondering, and it's not what would have happened if she had not visited Ireland and encountered her darling boy, or if she hadn't thought serving gypsy for birthday was a ( Read more... )

after this; Darla is currently in a nonedescript hotel room in Chicago, near the hospitalDeath. It used to be my own. Though of course my various resurrections weren't my decision, except for the first one. Still, I hated the idea of dying. Of ending. It seemed unfair the first time I was human, and later it seemed amateurish. Having already been ( Read more... )