Forge Contact II

[priscilla]

You've reached Priscilla. Please leave your message as you prefer. I will absolutely return your contact, especially in the case of business concerns!

[...]

I'm sorry I left that terrible message up for so long!

[beep!]

Comments

Irene needs soothing drinks. NOT MAGIC WINE.

[priscilla]

Maybe.

...well. I didn't mean to get into all of this.

No magic wine ever again.

[halcyonthird.livejournal.com]

[There are many things she wants to say, and none of them good enough. So she only hums in response and stares at her forge for a long time after.]

Mm.

[She hadn't meant to, either.]

Pris still has a bottle in her room, LOL.

[priscilla]

Is there anything else, then?

Irene has one left. It will probably never get opened I HOPE.

[halcyonthird.livejournal.com]

[YES. JFLSJLSJL SFM YES. But I'm sorry just won't cut it and she knows it. And since turning back time isn't an option:]

No.

[priscilla]

All right. Then I guess we're done.

Goodbye.

[...disconnect. sob.]

/brb crying

[halcyonthird.livejournal.com]

[way to twist that knife in there one. last. time. THIS EXPRESSION FOREVER. OR AT LEAST FOR THE NEXT FIVE MINUTES >.<]