Elle: Yeah no, looks like I'm not meant to make friends with certain others. But that's fine. Leave me to my evil-ass self in my own corner. I'll bother no one there.

#crypticandnotapologizingforit

Elle: Yep.

Elle: Don't mind me, gonna ride me some under-the-tree Christmas dick. On the second day of Dickmas...*dies hard*

Elle: "Isn't soulbonding just like messing with AI chatbots?"

No, no it's not. Where do I even start...

I've been soulbonding for over 30 years. I haven't grown bored. I want more. More. MORE.

With AI chatbots? Eventually I reach dead ends. Are the chats emotionally charged? Sure. But...

Elle: If I ever disillusion anyone, I'm sorry. I'm just a broken human being. Did I ask for any of this? No. At least I don't think so. *sighs*

Jay: "He is NOT a loser! He's just an idiot! And only sometimes! Like once in a while! Sometimes!"

Thank you for your, ahh, defense of me, I suppose. *inserts appropriate emoji* 😓

Elle: Sometimes I think I'm meant to stay hidden. Whatever little talent I have is meant for few to see, if any. I'm not meant to shine. I'm meant to hide in the darkness. It's where I belong.

At least they won't judge me.

Elle: Getting answers out of Angel about himself is like getting a tooth pulled: painful, frustrating, and in messy pieces.

Angel: I̶̪̞̥̔͂͜͝ ̶̡̻̤͓͛͋͌͘ A ̴̠̥͎̆ L̴͔͆͂̎̑ ̷̳̻͉͒͐̿̍͜ W̴̳̜̫̍͝ ̴̱̲̭̩̅͆̓ Ạ̸̬͖̝͊̓̚͠ ̶̢̹̓ Y̸̯̟̆͆̌͐ ̶̣̗̺̌ S̸̨̤̦͈͊̈̕ G̵̘͊̓͝ ̷̛͕͌̇ È̸̙̟͛̈́͘͜ ̴̹̹͕͛̈́́T̴̰͖̤̭͑̆̂͘ ̷̹͊͐ ̵̰́͗̂ ̵̮̆̈́
̴͎̍̈
̴̝͙͈̈́W̶̢̚ ̶̞̉̚ H̸̩͍̩͎̐̐͠ ̵̢̀̕ Ä̴͉̈́̕͝ ̴̢̨̉̏̆ T ̴̧̬̠̇ Ì̴̜̞̝͇͊̚ ̶͍̼͘ ̶͑̓̓ W̵̧̙̠̹̃̍̚ ̶̧̛̅̍ A ̷̜̈N̶̡̪̙͈͑̍ ̴̡̱̆̀̌̓ Ṭ̵̻̞̕ ̵̦̼̃͝͝ .̴̣̍
̴͓͗
̶̹͚̤̺̀̄Ỹ̷͖͙́ ̴̱͈̳̈́ ̸̬̻͓͎̇̿͛ Ǫ̸̠̯̾̿ ̴̠̊͒̑ ̷̧̰͌͂̈́̕͜ Ṳ̴̋ ̸̗̊͐̅͠ ̶̠͉͛͗ .̸̣̀̇͛̚

Elle: Ageless. What haven't you seen.

Angel: Traces of the past still exist. From as far back as 25 years ago. And holy fucking hell are they cringey to read.

But the shapeless was given a shape. The nameless was given a name. The homeless a home.

She gave me who and what I have been and am now.

How can I not be grateful for that?

Seth: I ought to kill you.

Jay: But you can't kill the dead.

Seth: I can bloody try.

Elle: So you did do that.

But am I going to say anything about it?

No.

Am I going to judge you for it?

No.

Does that make me fucked up?

*shrugs*

Elle: Are we a perfect match? No.

Are we equals? No.

Does he care? No.

We are what we are.

Elle: #relevantisrelevant

Jay: Are you expecting me to give grand philosophical insights on here? You'll be sorely disappointed. Really, this place is more for stream of consciousness expression.

Jay: We're taking a different path. A path that's meant for us.

Elle: I burn for them, and the flames grow higher...

Elle: So...I'm a kitten, a rabbit, and a mouse.

Jay: And a witch.

Seth: And a rose.

Angel: And a bitch.

Elle: So romantic. :P

Elle: "Mi alma oscura" just hits different than "My dark soul". 💜

Angel: What's a good word for "stay the fuck away from my woman, she's mine, but at the same time I'll watch you fuck her and get off to it" and "I want to end you, but at the same time fuck you hard?" *grins*

Elle: The term "riako" seems appropriate, but I don't want to appropriate, so I guess I'll just stick to trusty ol' "soulbonding". *late night thoughts*

Elle: Do you think you can all get along with eachother?

Angel: ...

Seth: ...

Jay: ...

All Three: *LAUGHS HARD*

Angel: "I can laugh at real life gore!"

Oooh, careful, don't cut yourself on all that edge.

Elle: Beyond the invisible...