Goddamn zealots! Mik thought. Always ruinin everything. You know , they were all havin a great time, smokin some kush, flirting and getting emotional, laughing and joking- well Tobias had that stick up his ass...but everyone else had seemed to have fun. Rowen was hot to trot. And Asha had had that smile. Who knew? Little miss librarian prolly had a wild streak she kept hidden from folkses. Just waitin for more goofing and fun and laughter to relax her.
And then Oldilocks and the Witch Queen show and somehow, one by one, take down everyone's mood. Asha fleeing out the door sounded a gong. One down! Green Eyes was showing off the Old Man as if he was something. Dude problably fell asleep on the couch in a blanket eating soup. She'd look over, all of 6pm, wondering what she'd be doing for the rest of the night. Rich old man, with hands as cold as ice.....
And suddenly Rowen, whose smile was at least inviting and filled with laughter- when she wasn't puking words uncontrollably- was all quiet and somber.
Fucking boring was what it had become.
Believers! The Lady and he shared a good laugh. Just as bad as the Mordvinovs or Kolos or Yakuza. Just as bad as his pops in the Solntsevskaya Bratva. Idiots who believed there was fucking meaning or purpose in any of it. Honor. Belonging. When the Lady had let him peek behind the curtain and learn the truth, he had been set free.
Nothing meant fucking anything. A game, all of it. Just a game to see what might happen. Oh she played him as much as anyone. But at least he knew it was a game. And that gave him more power than most.
And that familiar urge began to bubble. It was always there, just below the surface. Last time it had come out was with that bitch Oriena. He hadn't been sure why he'd let her see his hunger to watch it all burn. To show everyone how stupid and meaningless it all was. To expose the lies everyone believed in.
God. Angels. Religion. The Ass-endancy. The CCD. Money. To watch it all burn away to expose the truth. There was only nothing. So you better might just chill out and have some fun.
And now Rowen was getting sucked in. And his chances of having some fun with her was going right out the door. Women who became emotional and who looked for redemption weren't exactly ready for a hookup.
He'd like voodoo Rowen better. Definitely.
So....what to do...
The girl- damn but she was fucking hot!- had said something about the old dude.
He remembered something about him and laughed. "Rasputin?...I think I remember that guy. Wasn't he nailing the Tsarina or something? At least hypnotized her to give it up. Was like shot or stabbed or whatever a buncha times?" he paused, looking into his swirling drink, small smile on his lips. Yeah, this should piss em off. "Had his dick chopped off at the end cuz it was the best looking part of him?"
His smile was all fun and innocent. But the urge to burn it all was sooooo there. Hooo boy, he was ready. Come on bitches.
People were such idiots.
And then Oldilocks and the Witch Queen show and somehow, one by one, take down everyone's mood. Asha fleeing out the door sounded a gong. One down! Green Eyes was showing off the Old Man as if he was something. Dude problably fell asleep on the couch in a blanket eating soup. She'd look over, all of 6pm, wondering what she'd be doing for the rest of the night. Rich old man, with hands as cold as ice.....
And suddenly Rowen, whose smile was at least inviting and filled with laughter- when she wasn't puking words uncontrollably- was all quiet and somber.
Fucking boring was what it had become.
Believers! The Lady and he shared a good laugh. Just as bad as the Mordvinovs or Kolos or Yakuza. Just as bad as his pops in the Solntsevskaya Bratva. Idiots who believed there was fucking meaning or purpose in any of it. Honor. Belonging. When the Lady had let him peek behind the curtain and learn the truth, he had been set free.
Nothing meant fucking anything. A game, all of it. Just a game to see what might happen. Oh she played him as much as anyone. But at least he knew it was a game. And that gave him more power than most.
And that familiar urge began to bubble. It was always there, just below the surface. Last time it had come out was with that bitch Oriena. He hadn't been sure why he'd let her see his hunger to watch it all burn. To show everyone how stupid and meaningless it all was. To expose the lies everyone believed in.
God. Angels. Religion. The Ass-endancy. The CCD. Money. To watch it all burn away to expose the truth. There was only nothing. So you better might just chill out and have some fun.
And now Rowen was getting sucked in. And his chances of having some fun with her was going right out the door. Women who became emotional and who looked for redemption weren't exactly ready for a hookup.
He'd like voodoo Rowen better. Definitely.
So....what to do...
The girl- damn but she was fucking hot!- had said something about the old dude.
He remembered something about him and laughed. "Rasputin?...I think I remember that guy. Wasn't he nailing the Tsarina or something? At least hypnotized her to give it up. Was like shot or stabbed or whatever a buncha times?" he paused, looking into his swirling drink, small smile on his lips. Yeah, this should piss em off. "Had his dick chopped off at the end cuz it was the best looking part of him?"
His smile was all fun and innocent. But the urge to burn it all was sooooo there. Hooo boy, he was ready. Come on bitches.
People were such idiots.
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods