#also occurred to me that in 1979-80 he's still hopping in & out of ravenscar oops. he took new year's off to vibe ig

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@killjoysanonymous: i don't mean to be horrible. (madeline usher) — GARDEN OF EARTHLY BODIES STARTERS

' spoken like someone who plans on sayin' something profoundly 'orrible without a shred of remorse in 'er dark an' dreary soul. '

he'd never have made it as a priest: too honest a confessor and too snappy a dresser. not like he isn't the same way as her, really, deep down — maybe that's a resolution they'll share, when the clocks strikes midnight and 1980 creeps in with the next morning's hangover. be less horrible.

of course, that just means that until it is the new year, any matter of horribleness, mild or profound, is fair game. such as continuing to steal her gatsby-in-crime's seat until he's finished his three-quarters-empty drink, at least. he swivels on the stool to put his back to the bar, ( and the creepy fucking bird over the mirrors, with its unnaturally keen and evermore-staring eyes, ) tipping his glass in her direction in mock salute.

' cheers to acknowledgin' our better natures and choosin' to ignore 'em, then. ' a sip, then a swallow. enough people here to keep the ghosts less yappy, but not enough distraction to drown them out altogether. it's less than a minute of silence before he glances back, eyebrow raised in challenge. ' . . . g'wed. say the worst thing on yer mind, right now, and i'll fuck off. no judgment. '