Dusky
Succubus
Beth rolls her eyes; she knows all of this already. Not that it isn't good subject matter - but really, how much longer are they going to talk about it? We get it. Down with Judeo-Christian ethics.
She pulls up the library, leaning back and searching for that article she just pirated last night on precognition. She pauses in her scrolling, then, reminded of that background check she'd meant to do on her father, and the genetics tree she was working on for the boy that jumped... Misgivings set in as she is impressed once more by just how many loose strings she is grabbing at in her quest for meaning.
But there's still that feeling that something is wrong.
Background check is out. She still hasn't been able to needle his name out of her grandparents. And the internet is shoddy here anyway.
Sighing, she scrolls down until she finds the article she's looking for.
Maybe this one knows why something's not right.
She pulls up the library, leaning back and searching for that article she just pirated last night on precognition. She pauses in her scrolling, then, reminded of that background check she'd meant to do on her father, and the genetics tree she was working on for the boy that jumped... Misgivings set in as she is impressed once more by just how many loose strings she is grabbing at in her quest for meaning.
But there's still that feeling that something is wrong.
Background check is out. She still hasn't been able to needle his name out of her grandparents. And the internet is shoddy here anyway.
Sighing, she scrolls down until she finds the article she's looking for.
Maybe this one knows why something's not right.