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Theology had never really been his strong suit, but he was reasonably sure the Saviour had talked a lot about mercy.
“And you can fuck yourself, too! Fuck each other,”
This is how it goes. Start the evening looking for fun, end the morning begging forgiveness.
“Is she … one of my flock?” he stammered. That quirk became a grin. “Baaaaaa,” she said.
“She’s dead as fuck.”
“People rarely remember me fondly,” said Vigga, grinning. “But they rarely forget me.”
“Some very fine people have poisoned their husbands,” murmured Baptiste.
“To be human is to sin,” said the bishop, mildly. “To sin, and to strive for redemption.”
Vigga grinned. “I really like the sound of axe-bitch.” “Brother Diaz seems very taken with the bishop,” said Alex, watching him strut off beside her. “Doubt she’ll fuck him,” said Vigga. Balthazar pressed at the bridge of his nose. “Not everything is about fucking.” “’Course not.” Vigga cheerfully sniffed up snot and spat it into the mud. “Only three-quarters of it.”
“You eating that?” asked Vigga,
“But, you know, you can hate a shipmate and still row the same way.”
“Think Brother Diaz found his balls,” murmured Vigga.
“What absolute wankers the Carthaginians were.
“You could be stuck down a pit for a decade with a spike up your arse…” Vigga
“You can hate a shipmate and still row the same way,” said Erik.
“It wasn’t me,” said Vigga, and she was crying, “it was the wolf.” She
“Fuck off,” said Sunny, “you little turd.”
“Look at ’em climb. Wonder if they could swarm up me so nimbly.”
“Abandon ship?” The captain threw an arm towards the sea on every side. “And go where?” “I always enjoyed the south of France at this time of year. You have something…” Rikard
“That thing nearly killed me!” “A shame,” observed the baron. “We can only hope their next is more accurate.”
“Oh, you know. Bit here, bit there.” “He’s dead?” “As fuck,” growled Vigga.
But you don’t always get to choose where you fight. Sometimes the fight finds you, and you have to meet it as you are.
Crab juice was almost as bad as underparts.
naked werewolf sobbing in his arms. “God loves to test us.”
everyday
“Where arth we?” she croaked.
“Thircumthtances?”
franlish?
“They might put me down…” Then a weary groan as she stood. “But I’ll never stay down—woah!”
Sunny shrugged again. “I’ve learned not to worry about what I can’t change.”
It’s the moment you trust someone they shit all over you.
“Got something for you, under here.” From the way the blanket shifted there could be no doubt she was opening her legs. “Oh God,” he whispered, swallowing as he looked towards the stained glass. Vigga waited a moment longer then, clearly losing patience, nodded downwards. “It’s my twat.”
bastards had arrived just as she was squatting for her daily business. She’d even had a few nice shiny ivy leaves lined up for the wipe.
“and I don’t like your fucking face.”
