π¬ Chemist on the battlefield | Cajun soul, New Orleans born | βDonβ worry, cher, Iβll fix itβ¦ or blow it up tryinβ.β | op is 21 | mod: @_zombiegutz_
//Sorry For the inactivity! Iβm currently taking a small break for my mental health, I feel drained after some finals and all I want to do is just rest and catch up on some commissions
Main reason Iβm typinβ on hereβs so you all know Iβm on a mission with Clβ Chemist. Sheβs the one makinβ me type this so you idiots donβt get worry about her. Donβt get used to it
@classiblusnipes Youβll be fine, Adrianβ¦ ya jusβ beinβ all whiny. βSides, sheβll be all yours by da end oβ da night, ya jusβ gotta sit tight anβ wait
And as the night falls a distant whisper can be heard across the cold hallways of this prison, whispering truths the one refused to see, the second refused to know and the third refused to do, with this their sins collapsed into the night.
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I'll see you there...
βThe whispers return weaving through the stone and shadow like ghosts of the past. Every lie, every sin, every silence still lingers, refusing to fade with the dawnβ
I really gotta lay off da booze for a good long whileβ¦ my head still spinninβ from last night, anβ I ainβt tryinβ to make a habit outta that again