12-16-2018, 01:58 AM
The ocelot sat back after finishing, forked tail flicking. Her head tilted to the side as she appraised his nose, all four eyes converging momentarily on one location before she felt satisfied she set it correctly. After he thanked her, the physician blinked – even with spending most of her life as a healer, she never really expected thanks for her work. “There’s no need, it’s my job,” Rosemary spoke, her raspy voice cold and failing to convey the warmth she wanted to show.
But he was still the one that murdered a juvenile to faceless gods, capable of mental torture on a subadult simply to further his own delusions. The ocelot may have healed him, may have appreciated that the egotistical male thanked her – but he still looked like a maniacal psychopath in her eyes. “I’m glad you listened to me, though. There are other, better ways to encourage people to follow you,” she murmured, speaking of what she just told him – though she supposed it could also apply to the meeting. Looking down at her her supplies, she carefully started packing everything in her satchel as she asked, “I should be going now, unless there’s something else…?” She didn’t anticipate him needing her for any other wound – or anything else, for that matter, as she barged in here on her own accord.
But he was still the one that murdered a juvenile to faceless gods, capable of mental torture on a subadult simply to further his own delusions. The ocelot may have healed him, may have appreciated that the egotistical male thanked her – but he still looked like a maniacal psychopath in her eyes. “I’m glad you listened to me, though. There are other, better ways to encourage people to follow you,” she murmured, speaking of what she just told him – though she supposed it could also apply to the meeting. Looking down at her her supplies, she carefully started packing everything in her satchel as she asked, “I should be going now, unless there’s something else…?” She didn’t anticipate him needing her for any other wound – or anything else, for that matter, as she barged in here on her own accord.
waded through the spirits like a flood on the floor
SHE PUSHED THE WATER INSIDE
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?