twenty-one. ✝

[marredgoldfinch]

[his voice is soft, like he's trying not to be heard on the network]

Salvation... Perhaps I can avoid asking for more donors if we return to space.

[Nathaniel, everyone's favorite frobatten, makes a soft hissing, nuzzling Asher's cheek and making low noises of comfort]

Comments

[bloodyfiasco]

It is too early to call it salvation.

[Paranoid Itachi is paranoid.]

[marredgoldfinch]

[oh hi, have a startled vampire. he didn't realize he'd been heard]

Anything to get off this planet.

[cofficer]

... Hello, Asher.

[marredgoldfinch]

[more surprised then startled, a pleased look lighting his face]

Ianto.

[cofficer]

How are you doing?

[marredgoldfinch]

I am well. And you? I haven't seen you in... a long time.

[wholeftyouso]

Donors?

[marredgoldfinch]

Yes, donors. It's rather rude and unnecessary to call them victims, since they are all willing.

[wholeftyouso]

What are you talking about?

[marredgoldfinch]

I'm talking about my means of acquiring food.

[pharshinra]

You know you can still be heard even if you whisper.

[marredgoldfinch]

So it would seem.

[pharshinra]

That was quite foolish of you.

[marredgoldfinch]

If I truly wished it to be a secret, the Sphere wouldn't be on, now would it?

[ladyxlightning]

You okay babe?

[marredgoldfinch]

Why wouldn't I be?

[ah, babe? he's not sure why he'd be called that of all things]

[ladyxlightning]

Donors? You aren't human are you?

[marredgoldfinch]

I am not.