cavaliered | ➤ superhell: thancred

➤ superhell: thancred

Have they?

[That's disturbing, but also.]

And yet, here you are. Well, for the most part.

Yeah. [she says, absently.] For the most part.

Bet they're laughing at the House.

What objection do they have to you, precisely?

[who is this house and can he kill them perhaps]

[thancred,]

Oh, everything. The fact that I was born? Oh, wait, no - the fact that I didn't die. Both. I think it's both. [she laughs a little.] I can see it now, Crux pissing himself with joy when the news got back to them.

[with a hand puppet and a gravelly, awful voice:] Your brain is shriveled and decrepit, come here and I'll flay you and use you as paper - shove off. My brain is fucking huge.

Nav. You're drunk — don't say anything you don't want me to remember.

[No one understands how tempting it is to reach over there and ruffle her hair but he doesn't. He doubts her fucking huge brain would appreciate it.]

But lest you doubt, it's good that you were born. Where would those ridiculous shades of yours find a home, if your face weren't there to take them?

[he says that, and she immediately snaps her mouth shut. oh no. oh no that's so embarrassing. she squints at him.]

... Forget everything I just said, forever. [she says, and then:] Don't make fun of the shades, they're vintage.

[ok dave]