Twenty Eighth Sip
[Maladict is sitting at a table in the kitchen, staring down a glass full of red liquid. On closer inspection, one would find it's a cup of blood. The vampire doesn't seem hungered by it, not is she even touching the cup itself. She's just watching the glass, as if this is some sort of self-enforced test she's given herself. She dictates into the journal, but she's speaking to herself, more than addressing anyone over the book]
Three years today. Well, as close to three years as I'll get with this stupid Earth calendar.
[A sigh]
Back home, I'd get a little sticker or something. Maybe a small stuffed bat with a moronic smiley face. There'd even be one of those crappy little songs on the organ all about sticking it through and sunshine and rainbows and all that.
...Still worth it though.
[[Open as an open thing, journal or kitchen, take your pick]]
Three years today. Well, as close to three years as I'll get with this stupid Earth calendar.
[A sigh]
Back home, I'd get a little sticker or something. Maybe a small stuffed bat with a moronic smiley face. There'd even be one of those crappy little songs on the organ all about sticking it through and sunshine and rainbows and all that.
...Still worth it though.
[[Open as an open thing, journal or kitchen, take your pick]]