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maskormenace2018-10-06 11:43 am
fehus) wrote in maskormenace2018-10-06 11:43 am
othala | video ✺ an inheritance is like a double edged sword - i don't know what to do with either.
[a placid Kurt Cobain impersonator on your feed; he's had a rough month, but right now he's looking resolved, at least. he's sitting with his knees up on a pretty autumnal overlook in the Virginian mountains, hands curled around his first Pumpkin Spice Latte of the season. the cup, tilted just enough towards the camera, reads, "HAGGIS"]
Um. For people who didn't know. Laura Wilson -- um, Persephone -- she's left. Gone home. Whatever.
[for a good 30 seconds, it seems that's about all he's figured out to say, grey eyes sort of deer-in-headlights looking. then he blurts] And she's kicking ass in floral leggings wherever she is, so I don't want a bunch of sympathy about it. Or people saying sorry. It'd be better if you left me an irreverent tweet or vlogged at me about eating ass. Actually, I'm requesting it. That's what she'd want her legacy to be.
[he rubs at his face, which has gotten kind of flustered despite himself]
Uh. And I guess I'm a Co-Prince of Hel now. Just in time for Halloween. Which -- is something. Uh. I've got some plans for it, once I get the place more cleaned up. The plans don't involve cool concerts or divine grief counseling or rockstar orgies. Sorry. I'm throwing all those couches away. But I'm -- I'm gonna do something good with it. [he amends] I'm gonna try to, anyway. Something she'd like.
Watch this spooky space, I guess.
[he sips his latte, and after a moment, adds]
And if you left stuff in Hades besides weird stains and good memories, let me know. I'll mail it by cave bat. Cheaper than Fedex.
Um. For people who didn't know. Laura Wilson -- um, Persephone -- she's left. Gone home. Whatever.
[for a good 30 seconds, it seems that's about all he's figured out to say, grey eyes sort of deer-in-headlights looking. then he blurts] And she's kicking ass in floral leggings wherever she is, so I don't want a bunch of sympathy about it. Or people saying sorry. It'd be better if you left me an irreverent tweet or vlogged at me about eating ass. Actually, I'm requesting it. That's what she'd want her legacy to be.
[he rubs at his face, which has gotten kind of flustered despite himself]
Uh. And I guess I'm a Co-Prince of Hel now. Just in time for Halloween. Which -- is something. Uh. I've got some plans for it, once I get the place more cleaned up. The plans don't involve cool concerts or divine grief counseling or rockstar orgies. Sorry. I'm throwing all those couches away. But I'm -- I'm gonna do something good with it. [he amends] I'm gonna try to, anyway. Something she'd like.
Watch this spooky space, I guess.
[he sips his latte, and after a moment, adds]
And if you left stuff in Hades besides weird stains and good memories, let me know. I'll mail it by cave bat. Cheaper than Fedex.