Homeless... for the first time in three years.

[emptynight]

Oh stop moping, sweetheart.

I couldn't be happier that you decided to pull me out of that string place. Oh don't give me that look. You didn't think I'd get all weepy over getting away from throat-slicey angel of doom, did you? I like being in one piece, darling, despite your attempts to get me killed. And Satan. Don't forget that part, which by the way you never did let me find out that I'd been mouthing off to the Prince of Lies. Good job with that.

Molly's going to be just fine. You saw her at Chichen Itza, she can hold her own. She doesn't need me around.

I like this decision, darling. Don't try to pretend your guilty conscience is mine. I'm too pretty for a guilty conscience, remember?

Comments

[tinfoil_angel]

I share a head-space with a Lucifer. He's surprisingly agreeable.

[emptynight]

She's got a fallen angel up in here too, but Luci isn't exactly big on the Not Beating People To a Pulp. At least the one she likes throwing me at.

[tinfoil_angel]

The one I know is from a universe where god is the prick. I normally wouldn't believe him because of the whole prince of lies thing but my mundane confirmed it.

[emptynight]

This one's from a universe where God's a deadbeat dad, as far as I can tell. Doesn't make me more sympathetic to the threats of disembowelment.