Truth Be Told

i cannot. i am so sleepy. send for halp.

                “I consider your bourbon worth drinking alone. I’m sorry did you just advise me to take advice from the humans? The very ones that litter our living room and staining that rug someone with a extremely petulant little temper took from one king or another. Our dear sister won’t clean the rugs forever, though I believe the girl I hired is also mysteriously missing. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you, dear brother?” 

                “Oh Elijah, have you no sense of mysticism left? No romantic notions of grandeur left beneath your collars and commands for my attention to paperwork or what have you? Is it too much to sit in companioned silence with a full glass and the face of one that I love across from me? Perhaps you’ve sided with the mortals, those who at once call for your heart and your head. It must irk you to be so wanted in conflicting methodologies, Brother. Does it not?”

♦→ @mikaels-son│Continued from HERE

“Let’s be realistic. We both know I lack patience. We can blame it on the wolf  in me - now come on don’t make me wait.”

· · · · · · · “hmm, seeing as i have neither…i could most definitely offer you a list.”

· · · · ··“You don’t consider my company worth keeping and my bourbon worth drinking? Haven’t you read what the humans print on their posters, Brother? These are the best years of our lives and we ought to use them doing the things we love.”