Divided ocean shows the way
I follow this one forward
The Sun has send me its last ray
Which has reflect you in the lake
V.R.
POV: Murderer
"...Gypsy life is like alcohol: pretty captivating, but it doesn't hold you back - on the contrary: it pushes you forward and forward. So unbridled invigorates or like an cloying haze drives into sleep and sweet dreams. It's not about dispel the problems around you, but about allow you to move away from them forgetting about everything. Living a gypsy life is akin to riding a wave of intoxication, each moment a blend of exhilaration and escapism. It's not about solving the problems that surround you; it's about granting yourself permission to drift away from them, even if just for a moment. Like the effects of alcohol, it can be all-consuming, drawing you deeper into its embrace with each passing day. You'll not return to the previous page. There's no way back. You won't end up where you started from. But those with whom you started this life will stay with you 'till the end. You're bound by the red substance called blood. Your family is your drinking buddies... But that doesn't mean that my drinking buddies are my family. But I love you guys so it will be a pity if we have to apart." Ivy is drunk again. Pretty little sinner. How'd she deserve such a bourgeois and carefree life full of love and attention of friends? But the Priestess said that no one really needs her, and the Priestess knows the truth. It means that my character is mired in falsehood and soon she will figure it out.
"Bravo, baby, we appreciated. I asked where your ancestors came from to the Metal Point, but doesn't ordered a ten-hour monologue on the topic "what common between gypsies and alcohol". Ivy is delirious again, no more pour for her. She loses her evening whiskey." Lloyd didn't miss the opportunity to kick his friend. "If we'll have to apart, it's only because of the Royal Plague that has befallen us. Rumor says, Ivy, that it was your camp brought it to us at Metal Point, haha. You don't wash and terribly stink."
"I've been living here for 18 years, moron. And the plague came only recently. I also advise you to finally come up with something new. Tired of you, go to hell." Ivy threw an empty red plastic cup at Lloyd. "So the conclusion is the plague is you. We don't play anymore. Party is about to over."
"Stop, stop, let's finish the game at least today." A proletarian-dressed girl with a beer belly and badly dyed hair responded. "The most interesting is ahead! But you bro sometimes don't filter your jokes."
"Hey, my jokes are choicest jokes! Okay, I'll admit, you don't seem to stink of sweat and trash and other shit," — Lloyd caught the eye of Ivy who was untying her signature threatening whip from her belt. — "I wanted to say that you smell cool, but you... Damn, again, again! You've gone heavy with that sandalwood oil, haven't you?! That's what I was trying to say! You feel that too, Destiny, Debbie?"
"Hey, let's not escalate things. And Ivy, your whip can stay right where it is." A pretty swarthy almond-eyed girl with shiny, straight brown hair and no-matter tiny bangs over her eyes tried to change the subject. "Lloyd, your turn to ask questions and dares is over."
"NO, Destiny, I didn't get Ivy's answer!" Lloyd couldn't calm down.
Okay, so cute one's name Destiny and redneck is a Debbie. It turns out like this. I mustn't forget, this information may be useful.
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High Priestess and the sinners
Paranormal"So cut the rose in full bloom, 'till the fearless come and the act is done..." When the Priestess descended to Earth and justice was done, she chose two dead sinners and sent them one more time to the world of alive. She did it for a reason, but fo...
