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Can We Live Again chp. 12"Hey, Noah."
I turned my head to see Francesca standing behind me, a small smile on her face as she dropped to her knees beside me. "Honey, why are you in the floor?"
"... It's the only place where I feel comfortable... the couch smells like Ivan..." I said quietly, hanging my head.
Francesca tucked some of my hair behind one of my ears, smiling. "Well, I think you'd be happy to see someone that just arrived today to join the resistance."
I shifted my eyes over to her before hearing a voice.
"You'll let me through now, yes? Oh, please don't make me smack you, yes!"
"Z-Zaharia?" I asked, torso straightening as a girl in a black dress suit trotted across the hardwood.
"Noah!" Zaharia cried out happily, a grin on her face as I jumped up to hug her. "Oh, it's so glad to see you, yes! How have you been darling?" She asked, patting my face as I withdrew from her.
"... Not so good." I said, frowning.
"Oh darling, I'll make you smile, yes?" Zaharia asked, a sad smile crossing her face as she b
Can We Live Again chp. 11"So what was that about?" Anastasia asked later, smooth Russian flowing from her downward curving lips.
I shrugged and replied, "I have no clue. I wonder if I should go check on him..."
Anastasia shrugged, standing up and pulling a tangle out of the end of her pigtail. "You can if you want. I have things to do. See you later, Vanya."
I felt my face fall. "Do svidaniya, Nastya."
She smiled, walking away with her suede boots tapping lightly on the hardwood floor.
As she departed, Francesca whisked back in, and just as she stopped in front of me I saw anger flash on her face. "What's the ma-" My words were cut short as she slapped me across the face, yelling in Italian at me. I should've been used to that by rooming with Bellatio for a while, but somehow I shrunk back on the couch, flinching with every spiteful Italian word that spewed from her mouth.
She finally shushed, panting before she swallowed and pointed outside. "You. Are possibly. The biggest idiot. I have ever met."
"What do yo
Gonna Get Over You -Homestuck-goodbye
2hould be 2ayiing that two you by now 2houldn't ii?
layiing down a law that ii liive by
well maybe next tiime
i'vve got a thick tongue
brimmin wwith the wwords that go unsung
i simmer then i burn for someone
the wwrong one
i tell myself to let the story end
that my heart wwill rest in someone else's hand
but wwhy not me
and i said
ooh how am i gonna get over you
i'll be alright
just not tonight
OH I WISH YOU'D WANT ME TO STAY
I'LL BE ALRIGHT
JUST NOT TONIGHT
1T'S 4 V1C1OUS L1TTL3 WORD TH4T C4N SL4Y M3
K33P M3 WH3R3 1'M HURT1NG YOU M4K3 M3
hang from your hands
but no more
i won't beg to buy a shot at your back door
If Im Aching At The Thought Of You What For
Thats Not Me Anymore
And I am not the girl I intend to be
But I dare you darling, just you wait and see
But not this time for you, just for me
OoH hOw Am I gOnNa gEt oVeR yOu
i'Ll Be AlRiGhT
jUsT nOt ToNiGhT
oH i WISH YOU'D WANT ME TO STAY
i'LL BE ALRIGHT
jUST NOT TONIGHT
Can We Live Again chp. 10"... So your base of operations... is in a classy townhouse?" Ivan asked dumbfoundedly, looking at Remi with a look that screamed "Okay what".
Remi nodded. "This is Alessandra Vespucci's house, which is the mother of two of our members. She was nice enough to let us set up shop here, so we took the offer and rolled with it."
Ivan stayed silent for a moment before groaning.
Remi hopped up the steps, leaving us on the sidewalk as she knocked on the door. "Shush guys, you'll see."
A skinny woman that looked of only around 20 opened the door, a happy smile on her face as she recognized Remi. "Oh, Remi!" She said, a slight Italian accent marring her voice. "It's so nice to see that you're back!" The woman reached up, wrapping her arms around Remi- whom was taller than her- and giving her a small kiss on the cheek. She then looked past Remi and at us.
"Oh! Dears, come here!" The woman hurried out of her house barefoot, a fanged grin greeting us as she gave Ivan a hug before cautiously holdin
A PESTERLOG BETWEEN ME AND SHAWNA :I-- floweringNight [FN] began pestering discoDemolition [DD] at 13:47 --
[01:47] FN: BRO
[01:47] DD: HEY~
[01:47] FN: IAMSOHAPPY.
[01:47] DD: JOHN IS ONLINE AND ON TOP OF YOU
[01:47] DD: /SHOT FOREVEER
[01:47] DD: ANYWAY
[01:47] FN: BSHJDB.
[01:47] DD: WHY SO HAPPY~?
[01:47] FN: COS
[01:47] FN: YOU LOGED ON
[01:47] FN: DERP.
[01:48] DD: WOOT.
[01:48] DD: HERP DERP SO HOW HAS YOUR DAY BEEN~?
[01:48] FN: WELL
[01:48] FN: I NEVER WENT TO SCHOOL.
[01:49] FN: I AM UHHH,SICK
[01:49] DD: WOOP.
[01:49] FN: 103 temp :I
[01:49] DD: :I
[01:49] DD: ohmai
[01:49] FN: And im on that monthly shit,so cramps
[01:49] FN: and I have an jacked up throat infetion.
[01:49] FN: I CANT BREATH REALLY.
[01:49] FN: JSBHJD
[01:49] DD: *PAPS FACE*
[01:49] DD: O3O
[01:49] DD: I'm just coughing a lot
[01:50] DD: and I have stomach pains >_
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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