[Sal's been lying on her bed this entire time, her work laptop put away in favor of snuggling the yowly tuxedo cat that has, by now, adopted her. Her fuzzy friend opens its eyes, looking very unsympathetic when Sal starts to whine about how hard this is. It stretches out to recalibrate its comfy position on her chest, yawning as if to say, it was your brilliant idea, human, now stop complaining and let me sleep.
Honestly, the lack of gratitude.]
She's a freemaker and a spellwright, both of which are considered highly illegal and very dangerous. It's pretty fucking understandable then, that we met when I accidentally disrupted her would-be execution. I saved her life, she saved mine, and I guess the habit just stuck.
Anyway, it was during a real rough patch in my life, so we parted ways on bad terms.
[She almost wants to get up and get a drink; too late now, when the cat's already gone back to its nap. Just her luck.]
That seems to be how things go, the longer someone hangs around me. Sooner or later, they end up regretting it.
[Not that she wants Anathema to regret it. She's been worrying about it for months, in fact—fuck, even the Cacophony is onto it by now.]
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Honestly, the lack of gratitude.]
She's a freemaker and a spellwright, both of which are considered highly illegal and very dangerous. It's pretty fucking understandable then, that we met when I accidentally disrupted her would-be execution. I saved her life, she saved mine, and I guess the habit just stuck.
Anyway, it was during a real rough patch in my life, so we parted ways on bad terms.
[She almost wants to get up and get a drink; too late now, when the cat's already gone back to its nap. Just her luck.]
That seems to be how things go, the longer someone hangs around me. Sooner or later, they end up regretting it.
[Not that she wants Anathema to regret it. She's been worrying about it for months, in fact—fuck, even the Cacophony is onto it by now.]