It sucks to be me…
Paranoia sucks. And when you have a reason to be paranoid, it sucks even more. I’ve been on edge ever since the day at the Blue Moon when Michael dispelled my spell on
Andrew and Tracy. After I made my oh so tactish exit, I considered not even going back to the coven house. After all, they would probably do something drastic like, oh I don’t know, kill me if word ever gets back that I fucked up and how bad. Then it dawned on me that I really don’t have any other place to go at present. The coven is pretty much my only connection in Cleveland. Of course, there is always the ‘dalers, one of whom I just did a massive, somewhat possibly traumatizing spell on. And all of whom I’ve been lying to and misdirecting in some form or another. From what I know of them, that won’t go over all that well with the group. Heh. Imagine that. Plus all my stuff’s here. And call me petty, but I’ve grown pretty attached to my mini cauldron and Morrighan tarot cards. So back I went.
I’m doing my best to avoid Vanessa, which when you live in the same house isn’t easy, but I’ll be damned if I’m not pulling it off. Necessity is the mother of invention and all that. Vanessa always looked at me like she knew something that she wasn’t supposed to know or that I didn’t want her to know or something. Either way, it always kinda creeped me out. And for a witch to say something’s creepy- well that’s major creepage right there.
And Michael and Andrew keep calling me, asking for help (or the coven’s help) in their ‘investigation.’ I quickly countered that maybe we should keep this between us ‘dalers for now. The fewer people involved, the better, right? And I assured them if we needed to contact the other coven members for anything, that I’d make sure it would be done ASAP. Which of course means I’ve been spending my time doing my level best to make sure the dynamic investigatory duo of Michael and Andrew don’t think we need to. It’s starting to feel like a game of spy vs spy, except there’s two of them, and they don’t even really know what’s going on…..ok, bad analogy.
Anyway, the point is that it’s clear they know something, or have been able to piece together something that happened with the whole incident. And are trying to figure out more. Which means it’s just a matter of time before they do, which will then mean it will be only a matter of time before the coven figures something out too. So like some idiot trying to ice skate uphill, here I am, essentially trying to cover my ass from all directions and wondering how long it will be until I slide back down the damn hill.
Fuck, it sucks to be me.
Andrew and Tracy. After I made my oh so tactish exit, I considered not even going back to the coven house. After all, they would probably do something drastic like, oh I don’t know, kill me if word ever gets back that I fucked up and how bad. Then it dawned on me that I really don’t have any other place to go at present. The coven is pretty much my only connection in Cleveland. Of course, there is always the ‘dalers, one of whom I just did a massive, somewhat possibly traumatizing spell on. And all of whom I’ve been lying to and misdirecting in some form or another. From what I know of them, that won’t go over all that well with the group. Heh. Imagine that. Plus all my stuff’s here. And call me petty, but I’ve grown pretty attached to my mini cauldron and Morrighan tarot cards. So back I went.
I’m doing my best to avoid Vanessa, which when you live in the same house isn’t easy, but I’ll be damned if I’m not pulling it off. Necessity is the mother of invention and all that. Vanessa always looked at me like she knew something that she wasn’t supposed to know or that I didn’t want her to know or something. Either way, it always kinda creeped me out. And for a witch to say something’s creepy- well that’s major creepage right there.
And Michael and Andrew keep calling me, asking for help (or the coven’s help) in their ‘investigation.’ I quickly countered that maybe we should keep this between us ‘dalers for now. The fewer people involved, the better, right? And I assured them if we needed to contact the other coven members for anything, that I’d make sure it would be done ASAP. Which of course means I’ve been spending my time doing my level best to make sure the dynamic investigatory duo of Michael and Andrew don’t think we need to. It’s starting to feel like a game of spy vs spy, except there’s two of them, and they don’t even really know what’s going on…..ok, bad analogy.
Anyway, the point is that it’s clear they know something, or have been able to piece together something that happened with the whole incident. And are trying to figure out more. Which means it’s just a matter of time before they do, which will then mean it will be only a matter of time before the coven figures something out too. So like some idiot trying to ice skate uphill, here I am, essentially trying to cover my ass from all directions and wondering how long it will be until I slide back down the damn hill.
Fuck, it sucks to be me.