The two of them had been standing on the side of the fountain in the Court of the Sun for hours. She had watched from afar, long enough that she had seen Riaevis' tramp tell off some other blonde woman, though she didn't know what for.
He hadn't expected their last encounter to be their last encounter. It never was. Sometimes, Analeil was emotional, either in sad or very angry variety, but more regardless of her state she would always vow that the two of them would never speak to nor see one another again. That in itself was a lie, as they split their time with Eiliha up, but she never failed to find some sort of excuse to come around again. Riaevis had come to expect, nay, perhaps anticipate the next time the two would cross paths.
Contains:
Some language, allusions to sexytimes, alcohol, and bloodthistle abuse!
Analeil has Eilie for the week. This means that I had to see Analeil, face-to-face, when she was at least somewhat sober. So after she picked her up, I did what I thought was best. I fucking went out.
The page is stained and wrinkled, as if something was spilled on it and then left out to dry. The penmanship is terrible, almost completely illegible.
What the FUCK was I thinking?
Pamina’s right. My instincts have been right. I’ve known it the whole time. And yet I keep opening my door to that vapid bitch. Every damn time. EVERY. DAMN. TIME.
Ari’s cute. For a kid. It feels weird writing that. She’s still a kid technically but she’s not. She’s seen more than most of the adults that I know and gone through more than them, probably me included.
