video; un: deathweaver

[respired]

[ It's the most horrible time of the year, and for once, Koltira is semi-lucid enough to say so. Sort of. The pain of long restraint muddies his thoughts; garbles his speech. His voice is thick, halting. He can't maintain coherent thought for long. ]

I have isolated myself in the woods. If you value your life--you will stay away.

[ HERE'S WHERE TO GO IF YOU DON'T VALUE YOUR LIFE ]

Comments

[cachemoney]

And... are you okay?

[fateality]

Sure. I'm fine.

[fateality]

...Nah. I feel like shit. I ain't slept in awhile, and my head hurts.

But nothin' much to do about that.

[cachemoney]

[She hums softly, a sympathetic sound.]

I could keep you company, if that would help.

[fateality]

If you don't mind me bein' half-assed company than usual, then I think I'd greatly appreciate it.

[cachemoney]

I'm sure I've dealt with worse.

I'll be there with drinks in, like, five minutes.

[fateality]

Yeah, probably, but I guess I'm not used to be publicly in a foul mood.

Thanks. Drinks are nice, but it's better with a friend.