on potentially home-hunting

[dielikeyouwantme]

What do you mean, "you're not sure"? Wasn't I only just telling someone~ that second guessing is supremely unattractive? It's not any more handsome on your little mug, I can say that much for certain.

I'm a sight better judge of these things than you are, love. And why shouldn't I be? Haven't I been alive long enough? Don't I have a better sense of what's too much to handle? You can do it, and I'm apt to get bored with you, if you don't.

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[dielikeyouwantme]

We're friends, now, you know. No, I don't suppose you do know, the way you carry on with folks you've never met.

[god_not_goth]

Don't misunderstand. You're a disgusting perversion of the office. Killing mortals before their time.

And your "friend" agrees that you are far more trouble than you're worth. I'd rather not hear that ghastly voice every day.

[dielikeyouwantme]

I've been dubbed a disgusting perversion of worse, darling. And that's a funny thing, isn't it? They may not have been on the death list, but did any of you ~gods~ intervene to stop me? Did the universe come crashing down around my head? I can't say that it did, and so I wonder - was it really not their time?

My friend is more clever than y~o~u~.

[god_not_goth]

As a being of death you should of been neutral. Yet instead you created one of the most infamous personas in history.

[dielikeyouwantme]

And yet humans are so fond of their little lives that they're wont to see us as evil~ beings, anyway. Those whores lived miserable, wanton lives, preying on the depravity of society. What harm is it to anyone, that they were gone, a few years too soon?

Who mourns them? No one. No one would even remember them, if I hadn't written their filthy names in blood on London's memory, would they? I did them a favour. They were disgusting, in life. Now they're something beautiful, immortal, because of me~.