He was there. Clearer than he'd ever been, leaned against the opposite wall above Aurelien's corpse with his hat tipped down into his eyes. The tips of Carl's shoes dipped into a puddle of blood yet appeared unstained. Neither the body on the floor nor the one laying across the room from him held hi...

Jilly wrote: ↑Thu Aug 06, 2020 10:45 pm Is Diego still horny? Yes.

Is Diego still the horniest, though? That, my friends, is the real question.

K8 tops Diego confirmed

sure let's do it

Shit I'm always in for ominous deals w/ dark powers

Marco looked down at himself in confusion at her comment. Rain had broken to sunshine before Marceline had died, it felt like that had been hours ago. He didn't think he had been in the storm that long before it died down. Then again the sun died soon after. He hadn't thought about his clothes cling...

It was funny all the sudden that he had thought some nursery rhyme simple patterns and the sound of each other's voices alone could guarantee their safety. Funny because with the wood muffling their words he could imagine almost any voice on the other side if he let his mind drift. Any at all, no ma...

"No." It all came spilling out. "I didn't want to do it. I-if she'd put down the guns we could have, I mean, it's not okay it was never gonna be okay but I wanted to let her go and it was like, like she wanted me to do it, she drew and I shoot and she, she didn't...." Marco felt ...

She was worried he'd gotten hurt. What a kicker. From her voice she was close, just on the other side of the door, so he lowered his voice. "No I'm-" fine? Was he? "I"m not hurt. I just." There was no thinking his way around it. All he could offer was the truth. "I saw ...

Sorry y'all. The silence was broken by a sharp intake of breath. Mm. Intake was perhaps too functional a term. A wheezing, a whining, no, the use of a implied one unbroken action when the sound crackled to something very much aspiring to be life one day countless times. Beneath one form another wri...

There was a way to finish this. An incantation of sorts, respected for generations as a marker for the dead. Dispute over its invocation occurred rarely. If peace could be achieved by no other means it would serve as a last resort.

It was over.