Guy? Mister? Mr. Goth Man, Would You

He Was Through Playing Games. When It Came To Soteria, He Had No Sense Of Humor Whatsoever. Anyone Who Threatened Her, Ended Their Life. It Was That Simple.

As A Child, He Had Hardened His Heart And Learned To Take Their Punches. He Had Learned To Spit Back And Take Down Anyone Who Cast A Jaundiced Eye Or Who Made A Comment About Either Him, His Mother, Or His Sister. He’d Told Himself That He Didn’t Need Anyone’s Love Or Caring. And So He Had Learned To Live Like A Feral Animal, Always Ready To Strike Out When Someone Tried To Touch Him.

Thank You. (nykyrian) For What? (kiara) For Giving Me A Life Worth Living. I Know I’m Not Worth It, And That I Don’t Deserve It, But I Swear To The Gods I Finally Believe In That I Will Spend Every Moment I Have Left Making You Happy And Trying To Be Worthy Of You. (nykyrian)

What Happened To Your Hair, Tiger? (fang) It Fell Off. (wren)

We’re Multigenerational Squires. (carl) Which Means What? You Prance Around With Tinfoil Armor And Plastic Swords Pretending To Be Knights? (nick)