๐ฉโ ๐ช โบ with love will I be happy; with ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ will I be conscious? Will I hold the fire โโ I'm slave of my own desire.
ยซ the human instinct for self-preservation, that spins itself into a web of comforts and ammenties, that rears and slaughters its inhabitants like generations of cattle...
That's definitely a new one.
After a few nights of steady work, Rosedale Manor is almost liveable.
Ah... poor choice of words.
It's been cleaned and fortified against the elements. I've moved my belongs in. And with Rosedale's connections to the sewer lines, I'll be able to get around town during the ยป
ยซ spent most of my immortal existence traveling around the world. I've seen empires fall, cities reduced to dust, and new worlds built on top of the ashes. After so many years, I didn't think there was anything left that could surprise me.
But a town that seems to suppress ยป
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐:
โโ ๐ค ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ค ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ๐.
And it's my whole heart deemed and delivered a crime; I'm on trial waiting 'til the beat comes out. ๐๐ก๐จ'๐ฌ ๐ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ข๐ ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ.แฃ
ยซ can find her feet. She bursts into ash, ready to join the pile at the hearth. It was a stupid, senseless waste of a life and I stare hard at the broom in my hand before I resume my quiet sweeping.
No time to mourn the loss. I have to get back to work.
ยซ yellow and wild with the newborn hunger of the undead. She looks at her hands, then looks at me, baring her fresh fangs with a confused, predatory hiss.
I donโt say anything. Just step forward, pulling the last stake out of my pocket to drive it through her heart before she ยป