I hope you explain to your gentleman callers (once you've sexiled Adrían) that this was your beloved wife who perished at sea. During war, and quite heroically.
It was the summer of '96. We were all aboard the St. Celestine when it happened.
War was just on the horizon, and there was only one lifeboat. She had two other lovers, but I do not fault her for it. There was me, naturally, and then Captain Viktor Hale and Sébastien Arquette. She had just confessed that the letters the good captain had been receiving were never meant for him at all. She told Sébastien that their love could never be, that he would never be enough to replace me in her heart. Feelings were hurt, voices were raised. It was a nightmarish scene.
And then everything went to hell in a handbasket. The ship was hit, there was fire, there was chaos, and Maria insisted she had to stay behind to transmit the coordinates to headquarters. I had to be dragged to the lifeboat. I never stopped screaming her name.
She was a gem, truly. A wonder. Without parallel. One look from her and you felt like you'd just got your cock sucked by a vacuum cleaner.
I could use one of those looks just about now, but regardless, don't hold back: who comforted you during the long, cold lifeboat nights? Arquette? Captain Hale? Because surely you could find common ground in the woman you all loved when all you had left were each other.
[...]We You're better off saving that bottle for a more momentous occasion anyway; I do have a homecoming every year and today's only barely different.
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Dominiko.
Dominiko.
Dominiko.
War was just on the horizon, and there was only one lifeboat. She had two other lovers, but I do not fault her for it. There was me, naturally, and then Captain Viktor Hale and Sébastien Arquette. She had just confessed that the letters the good captain had been receiving were never meant for him at all. She told Sébastien that their love could never be, that he would never be enough to replace me in her heart. Feelings were hurt, voices were raised. It was a nightmarish scene.
And then everything went to hell in a handbasket. The ship was hit, there was fire, there was chaos, and Maria insisted she had to stay behind to transmit the coordinates to headquarters. I had to be dragged to the lifeboat. I never stopped screaming her name.
She was a gem, truly. A wonder. Without parallel. One look from her and you felt like you'd just got your cock sucked by a vacuum cleaner.
Dominiko.
Dominiko.
Dominiko.
I don't[...] Thank you, but no.Dominiko.
YBRight, of course! Well. I have to go attend to my [...] hammock, but I am always around for more storytelling and such!Dominiko.
WeYou're better off saving that bottle for a more momentous occasion anyway; I do have a homecoming every year and today's only barely different.Dominiko.
Dominiko.
If you[...] Good night, Nikola.Dominiko.