Gypsy Down for the Count
I had another friend that I trapped in my cottage. An older gypsy woman by the name of Sway. She liked to sway around, so I guess that's how she got her name. And don't ask me about my obsession in trapping people in my house. It's not that I trap them, I just kind of lock the door so they can't get out. Anyways, me and Sway got along real great. She'd be there hanging out in my garden practicing little jigs, and here I'd come and jump in on the dancing. I'm hoping that someday I can use the little hip tricks she taught me to seduce some boys. I must admit that she did distract me from my fire-dancing practice. She had no interest in such things, she said. She felt that it would singe her hairdo, and some gypsies won't ever risk that.
But then the ... i want to say inevidable... happened.
She was slaughtered. In front of my eyes. The murderer callous and irrational. Of course, he didn't care. Apparently I'm not allowed to have friends, no matter how hard I try.
It's like I'm really spinning here... spinning in circles I don't know how to get out of. On one end, I like having a superbestfriend. On the other, I don't like not having an option of being with others. It's not like I have many opportunities to socialize with others anyways. -=sigh=-
Later that day I gave her a proper burial in my garden. RIP Sway.
But then the ... i want to say inevidable... happened.
She was slaughtered. In front of my eyes. The murderer callous and irrational. Of course, he didn't care. Apparently I'm not allowed to have friends, no matter how hard I try.
It's like I'm really spinning here... spinning in circles I don't know how to get out of. On one end, I like having a superbestfriend. On the other, I don't like not having an option of being with others. It's not like I have many opportunities to socialize with others anyways. -=sigh=-
Later that day I gave her a proper burial in my garden. RIP Sway.
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*shrug*