Sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
[Way early Tuesday morning, July 21 (day 51)]
[Tavern of Hell]
[Continued from here]
Oh. Oh that's gone bad, and fast too, stormclouds boiling up from a hot clear sky, and to hell with scooting my chair back, I'm out of it and standing behind it and eyeing the distance to the bar. Tez is a god and Syl carries knives and I'm sure Verdi can handle herself which right now is a damn good thing because I don't dare look away from either one of them. And they're snarling like a pair of wet cats, and all the sense in the world'd have me backing up and away and out of this conversation.
But one thing does come through, filtering up in the snarling like blade fragments in a wound, and damn my curiousity for speaking up now, and twice because they'll probably not answer, but I have to ask:
"He came by today?" I say, curling my fingers around the back of the chair. "Or she did?"
[Open to Verdi, Tez, and Syl]
[Closed]
[Warning: violent god!spat within]
[Tavern of Hell]
[Continued from here]
Oh. Oh that's gone bad, and fast too, stormclouds boiling up from a hot clear sky, and to hell with scooting my chair back, I'm out of it and standing behind it and eyeing the distance to the bar. Tez is a god and Syl carries knives and I'm sure Verdi can handle herself which right now is a damn good thing because I don't dare look away from either one of them. And they're snarling like a pair of wet cats, and all the sense in the world'd have me backing up and away and out of this conversation.
But one thing does come through, filtering up in the snarling like blade fragments in a wound, and damn my curiousity for speaking up now, and twice because they'll probably not answer, but I have to ask:
"He came by today?" I say, curling my fingers around the back of the chair. "Or she did?"
[Open to Verdi, Tez, and Syl]
[Closed]
[Warning: violent god!spat within]