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you're kind of pathetic. i like that
it’s kind of hard for me to explain how i feel about skully. nash and i briefly discussed him, but she definitely seemed to raise an eyebrow at the way i talked about our relationship. he is my patron, first and foremost, and also my friend, but she was definitely hinting toward the idea that maybe i am not truly understanding myself. it’s a bit frustrating, not knowing how i feel about someone who is important to me. and, unfortunately, i don’t think anyone else would be able to understand the way i feel. not only am i atrocious when it comes to my own emotions, but no one really gets skully either. i don’t know. i liked playing chicken with him in the water even if i was never going to be very good at it. i like it when he teases me, i like being around him. I wonder what a younger me thinks of all this. what my father thinks. i don’t suppose i could ask if he did something to me, in making our pact? cursed me in some way, maybe. i don’t know. i guess whatever happens, at least i am on his good side. i hope to remain there, if not more.
hey girl you kinda bad whatchu know about hell ;)
It’s extremely unnerving to see someone so seemingly powerful- at least far more powerful than I- subdued like this. Despite whatever happened between him and Verity, I do hope our captain’s alright after we’re able to free him from his confinements, which we surely will be able to now that his jailer’s gone… right?
do you have a pussy inbetween EACH octo-leg? how many pussies is that. or cocks? do you watch hentai? im getting vibes that you do. with tentacles like that....
please just one chance just one chance please i need you i want you i need you give me one chance
He is truly a friend. His willingness to keep my affliction secret despite knowing how wrong it is warms my heart. He reminds me of Aven and Neva in some regard. Mischievous, and always seeking trouble, but a good person somewhere underneath all of that. I must thank him somehow for what he has done.
oh little fang, how did we get here? it feels like only yesterday he was a little ball of spines outside the door to my study, pleading for me to play a game of cards with him or to play pretend pirates. if only we were still playing pretend, fate has not been kind to us and will continue to take him from me. what happens to me doesn't matter so long as i free him from cthuhlu's clutches. he will not take the last i have left of my little brother, not while i still draw breath. i know that my words no longer reach him, but i know he is not so far gone that he cannot be saved. even after everything... i have no regrets, i would do it all again in a heartbeat. i will keep you safe, even from yourself, and i will carry your hate until the day i die. if the cards play as i deal them, then that day will be for you and your salvation. i will not regret a thing, it was all for you.
the captain is very unsettling, but i find it best to shut my mouth, lest i find out exactly how skilled he is with that gun of his. i best hope he has forgotten me shooting him in the chest to save his brother, though i'll say it seemed to barely make a dent in his eldritch form. despite my morbid curiosity regarding his missing eye and many scars, even i am smart enough to keep my distance from someone so... unstable as he is.