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[fuckvampires]

Is this holiday fucking over yet?

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[asthedrivensnow]

[OH. She'll just hide that smile.]

You'd think decorations would at least be limited to the month said holiday occurs in.

[fuckvampires]

Fine, overexaggeration. I'm just tired of it. This is the only time of the year I get a decent amount of hours outside and I have to deal with this shit.

[asthedrivensnow]

Some people do go overboard. It's the carolling that bothers me - I enjoy them, but not as a constant.

[fuckvampires]

Try going to department stores this time of year.

[asthedrivensnow]

I'll extend my thanks to the deity of your choice that I don't have to.

[fuckvampires]

I don't believe in any, so.

[asthedrivensnow]

None at all?

[fuckvampires]

No. The lot of 'em can go fuck themselves.

[asthedrivensnow]

Why so vehement?

[fuckvampires]

Do they look like they need by belief to continue being shitholes? I'm betting the answer is no.

[asthedrivensnow]

You don't think acknowledgement is the same as belief? Or is it more that you refuse to worship anything that irritates you no end?

[fuckvampires]

How do you feel about it?

[asthedrivensnow]

...I know that it's odd for my people to celebrate the birth of a child who is the basis for the religion that had many of us hunted and tortured to our deaths and resulted in the hiding of our entire society.

I think, perhaps, we kept the custom and not the reason behind it.

[She scrunches her nose in thought.] I don't pray to anything.

[fuckvampires]

But in keeping the custom, the reason's always there.

But do you think they pray for you? 'Cause they sure as hell don't.

[asthedrivensnow]

I suppose so, though nothing much is made of it.

But I don't need prayer. They're usually asking for intercessions, aren't they?

[fuckvampires]

They're asking for a puppet on a string. That's all this whole god business is anyhow, making folks dance for them. I ain't fucking dancing.

[asthedrivensnow]

Then don't.

[fuckvampires]

You don't get so many choices when you're damned, hon.

[asthedrivensnow]

Where do you think witchcraft puts me, John?

[fuckvampires]

Hey, you breathing, right? Not to make this a contest or nothing, but I'd gladly trade.

[asthedrivensnow]

[She doesn't think this is the time to point out that he breathes too, else how does he make sound? Because so not the point, Cissa.]

You're unhappy with your immortality?

[She'd be willing to bet he's lonely, too.]

[fuckvampires]

[He does, but it's entirely voluntary! Coin of phrase, etc.]

Nobody's immortal. I just don't get old.

[asthedrivensnow]

I stand corrected... but it's the usual assumption, isn't it?

[fuckvampires]

Maybe for somebody else.

[He looks around as if making sure he wouldn't be overheard.]

My head's destined for somebody's platter, though, I promise you that.

[asthedrivensnow]

Oh? [Intrigued!] Whose?