there is a wolf walking in the woods, but you noticed that its legs are wrong. the hind legs extended to the ground, to the point it made the paws on the ground look longer than usual. and then you realize that it’s not a real wolf — it reared its ugly head, *smiling at you.

preferred to stay that way. easier to operate behind the curtains.

no interest whatsoever in the workings of EMN. don't worry about it. he was honest about that at least. magical bureaucracy is not something he has particular fondness for.

just worry about *her work. what he does beyond it isn't really of anyone's concern. that's why she's always *stressed.

and she didn't. start considering it.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ kinda busy. don't contact me. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

nothing like the mandatory therapist visit. well, start considering it again. not good to go through life obsessing about it. "well, who am i to say anything. i'm not a therapist, just a priest."

"probably the worst person to look for spiritual guidance." at least he was honest. again.

⠀⠀⠀ stop trying to read me. it’s not going to work. ⠀⠀⠀

are you happy, my love? please tell me you are.

grief is the price we pay for love.

ok, it's true. I want to wear your flesh. when I look through my eyes I wanna be you.

/ new hair lookin kinda good hopefully he doesnt fuck it up for the next role or whatever

may we never go to hell but always be on our way.

⠀⠀⠀ huffs. staring. staring at *you. ⠀⠀⠀

WHEN THEY SEE WHAT YOU DID TO ME, THEY'LL KILL YOU.