[Listen, he wasn't lying when he said he wouldn't get anywhere if he saw her.]
They're tiring.
And yet its charming. Stupidly charming. It was ridiculous and infuriating. I knew they were a bad idea. I knew letting them in was only going to lead to pain, but then they kept insisting on how much of a help I was, how much they wanted me on their side, and then started throwing the word friend around like it was that easy.
Like there were no way we wouldn't be on opposite sides again. My entertaining them was on the edge of treachery, but they just made it easy and I kept responding when they reached out. Not everytime, but enough that they still kept trying.
It was getting to the point I felt I would have no choice, but to admit to my treachery to ask my parents for a century. They're mortal. They'd be dead and I'd have no conflict, I just-
I just needed to believe my parents would love me enough to put aside their ambitions and their anger at my weakness to grant me that.
[The rustling of the paper stops. A longer pause this time.]
But they were at the beach. According to the Noodle Boy. Its still hard to believe, but even if Noodle Boy can lie, I don't think he would lie to me about that.
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Date: Aug. 17th, 2023 08:14 pm (UTC)They're tiring.
And yet its charming. Stupidly charming. It was ridiculous and infuriating. I knew they were a bad idea. I knew letting them in was only going to lead to pain, but then they kept insisting on how much of a help I was, how much they wanted me on their side, and then started throwing the word friend around like it was that easy.
Like there were no way we wouldn't be on opposite sides again. My entertaining them was on the edge of treachery, but they just made it easy and I kept responding when they reached out. Not everytime, but enough that they still kept trying.
It was getting to the point I felt I would have no choice, but to admit to my treachery to ask my parents for a century. They're mortal. They'd be dead and I'd have no conflict, I just-
I just needed to believe my parents would love me enough to put aside their ambitions and their anger at my weakness to grant me that.
[The rustling of the paper stops. A longer pause this time.]
But they were at the beach. According to the Noodle Boy. Its still hard to believe, but even if Noodle Boy can lie, I don't think he would lie to me about that.