And how your love is like a vulture and now it's circling around
And it makes the sweetest sound.
"I will be wanted. i will be wanted."
And it feeds off what is dead.
How your love is like a vulture; it feeds off what is dead.
And now it's circling around your head.
Your love is like a vulture; it feeds off what is dead.
I will be honest. I will be honest.
I've not forgotten what i said. come and find me when you're dead.
My heart is haunted.
The First Law Of Thermodynamics -- Lovers
In our most recent Pathfinder game we're playing as ourselves, as in, playing us, the players, as the major characters. It's a bit strange. I'm playing myself as a Cavalier, a horse-mounted knight. Sir Basil of Varisia acts generally like me, except slightly more serious and definitely more love-sick. The horse's name is Leoric.
Self portraits are hard. >:C