“I’m no’ havin’ this conversation with you.” Eric shot back, refusing to look up from his novel.
“Nothing, yet. But what’s the point of being immortal if you don’t have hope in it?”
She sipped her scotch.
“I like to believe there’s some miracles left in the world, and if my friend’s going to pursue them, it only follows I support it.”
She had him there. Eric turned his attention back to his drink and took a swig of his own. “ … So yer tellin’ me tha’ whether I like it ‘r no’, yer gonna help me…?"
aprimreaper reblogged this from hanakotobawakodoku and added:
“How long have you got?”
hanakotobawakodoku reblogged this from aprimreaper and added:
“Jus’ a few hundred.” He muttered.
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