Is he alright? perhaps a glass of wine will be placed by the poor thing.

"And yet, I have curses of my own. An agony shared by two, is only half an agony. A joy shared by two, is two joys my darling. I will carry your burdens. And may sometime soon, may they not be as heavy."

how heated. whatever for?

he's quite sorry to bother him, but he's got a question.

is he aware of those who make it into heaven? for example, if Oscar were to ask if someone he knew made it into heaven, would he be able to tell him?

——-;

why, hello there.

Why's that?

🍜: NO ONE SAW THAT

It truly was an accident.

Out of my flesh that hungers and my mouth that knows comes the shape I am seeking for reason. The curve of your waiting body fits my waiting hand (…)

Is he here, for once?

𝓐𝔃𝓲𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓮. Good Omens roleplay. Literate, descriptive, blah blah blah. 18+ only. RT please!

this is how I write books.

next year, you could go as my remaining fucks left to give.

all quite understandable.

He could take him ~to~ food.

The only thing I have slight issue with is the trust. I have no interest in hurting you or Monsieur Lioncourt.

I used to, perhaps. But I believe he makes his own choices.

🍜: whuh hi hello