❝ Your boyfriend is 2.37 years old. Do you want me to contact the authorities? ❞

❝ I looked away for a few hours and he already went over the five stages of grief. ❞

❝ I live in the pretense of being alive because over two hundred bottles of wine to vodka does nothing to a miracle of FATE. ❞

❝ Why should I? FATE gave you your own four limbs to walk and take, and you dare demand? ❞

❝ I would love to ask who are these new faces, but the gods were rather convenient filling me in. ❞

⇘ (CHARACTER)

⇘ (THE AU)

Middle finger and thumb pressing on her temples, she does wish she could get wasted right now.

❝ Ogh oswo vwastir ofeti affil'affinte? ❞

❝ Consider it the tongue of one of the gods. Not inherently what I'm used to, but it does work. I do feel their fist shaking at my unwarranted use of it. ❞

( ngl what if medea just shits on rose about her magic l mao

❝ Kids these days. ❞

Three Roses in Chaldea? Who would have thought. She doesn't seem thrilled seeing her counterparts however, the youngest one in particular.

If anyone has an accident or was born with a deformity, I'm there to help.

❝ No one. No one at all. ❞ She mildly shakes her head while pouring another drink. In no way she's going to join the party of three outside.

❝ Well. I guess it's my turn. Don't blame yourself, alien's personal feather boy. ❞