i wanna tell you a story. ain't got no characters in it but me. i wanna sing you a sad song. most of it i don't expect you to believe. it starts off just the whiskey and wine, miles of travel and some real good times. but it ends in a dark corridor, and there ain't no windows and there ain't no doors.
[ What happens when two quick to anger idiots hold out rings towards each other? Severa's taken back by the gesture herself as her mind struggles to wrap around the reality before her. ]
Are you asking me to marry you when I'm going to die?! [ Because that's horrid timing if you ask her. ] There's no point to it unless you want to start necking right here! W-We can do that without marriage involved, gods! Don't you know anything?
[ It grows increasingly difficult to keep her tears from falling over her cheeks when one hand is holding up a ring, but somehow she's a CHAMP at wiping them away on her sleeves. ]
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Are you asking me to marry you when I'm going to die?! [ Because that's horrid timing if you ask her. ] There's no point to it unless you want to start necking right here! W-We can do that without marriage involved, gods! Don't you know anything?
[ It grows increasingly difficult to keep her tears from falling over her cheeks when one hand is holding up a ring, but somehow she's a CHAMP at wiping them away on her sleeves. ]
You daft old sod with your foolish timing!