lorcandeath

[lorcandeath]

drcmedablack‌:

“Admittedly, I have never listened to his lyrics, so I’ll have to take your word for it. But I do always enjoy listening to your crazy stories, not to mention, it’s nice to have people to cook for. I don’t often get to do so with my family, or ever, really. They’d throw a fit at the sight of me in a kitchen apron.” 

“Next time he’s on the radio, I just need you to listen to those words. I mean, Wolfhart’s voice might put you in a trance, but those words are just so profound. I’m just...blown away. No offense to the Weird Sisters of course, I grew up on the stuff. And Celestina Warbeck!” Lorcan was taking another mouthful of the food before continuing. “A magician with this salad, that’s what you are!” 

[lorcandeath]

@clara-bcnes

“Clara...hi.” If there was someone in this world, who got him to stop on his tracks even after all these years, it would be Clara. People and places didn’t compare to the love and the loss that was them, and yet here he was again. “It’s...been a while?”

[lorcandeath]

@drcmedablack

“As I was saying, the lyrical genius of the Dung Beetles is pretty much unbeatable. Trust me, I’ve tried. Sitting in a room with Barnaby Wolfhart himself and I’ve tried to riff with him. And that is why I’m sitting in your kitchen, eating your delicious food and complaining about it.”

[lorcandeath]

“No, I don’t do that anymore. I guess you could say that adulthood really changes you.” Even if they could sidetrack from the fact that Lorcan had been an adult for longer than most people had been alive. For all intents and purposes though, this conversation with Thorfinn would have to be under the guise of a farce. Reconnecting with old friends was so difficult otherwise.