[It seems a silly thing to say, almost. But Lust isn't some childish girl, prone to grand romantic fantasies or ideals. She knows what this is, simply two lonely people looking for anything to hold onto in the madness. But Eliot is kind to her, and she likes him, and he's handsome. And neither of them deserve to spend their time here in nothing but fear and distress and anger.]
[Why not find some comfort together? And she thinks it could be good, between them. There may not be stars in their eyes for one another, but they get along easily. And she doesn't need stars. She just needs kindness and affection and something warm and nice. Eliot can give her that, and she can offer the same in return. There is death and despair at every turn, but maybe for one night, there can just be this night. Nothing else.]
[She lifts her bottle to him, offering him a smile.]
To not lying down and dying. And living life while it can be lived.
no subject
Thank you. I'm grateful for it. For you.
[It seems a silly thing to say, almost. But Lust isn't some childish girl, prone to grand romantic fantasies or ideals. She knows what this is, simply two lonely people looking for anything to hold onto in the madness. But Eliot is kind to her, and she likes him, and he's handsome. And neither of them deserve to spend their time here in nothing but fear and distress and anger.]
[Why not find some comfort together? And she thinks it could be good, between them. There may not be stars in their eyes for one another, but they get along easily. And she doesn't need stars. She just needs kindness and affection and something warm and nice. Eliot can give her that, and she can offer the same in return. There is death and despair at every turn, but maybe for one night, there can just be this night. Nothing else.]
[She lifts her bottle to him, offering him a smile.]
To not lying down and dying. And living life while it can be lived.