A nod, understanding and hating it. Life was stupid and complicated and there was too much bull to sift through.
you could have left a note
and leave myself vulnerable?
we were a cabal
and how can i trust that?
She shakes her head. It really isn't her business. Her bags are still packed. not really. she has her duffle and it's more a laundry hamper then a go bag anymore
"If you're out of his league, then I'm out of his galaxy." hot, blonde, Mysterium to boot, what hope did she have? None. Nil. Zilch. Nada. Mattaku arimasen
Fuck. Shit. This was a sort of break up / strangling those feelings thing. But let's not talk about it. Sure. Works for her.
"Like you? Sure. I can do that. I'd need to see the wall, and ask what you want or what the wall wants." Walls had Spirits too. The Building the Store, the floor below, the memory of purpose. "What style, and see if I could do it." she wasn't a master, or brush and canvas landscapes and portatifs, but graffiti style was where she sang.