Maybe it’s being snowed in a s-e-x dungeon with a beautiful devil man that provokes the next words threatening to fall from my lips. Or it could be the fact I can be whoever I want to be in this moment. I don’t have to be heartbroken Talia whose boyfriend cheated on her. I can be this new blue haired, punk-esque spitfire who sits on thrones in dungeons while wearing a crown.
