thedressingroom | (no subject)

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

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?

How do you feel about it?

...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.

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.

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?

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.

Then don't.

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

Where do you think witchcraft puts me, John?

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

[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.]

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

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

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

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.

Oh? [Intrigued!] Whose?

Depends on who I piss off next, don't it? List is always changing. I never wanted immortality anyhow.

You were supposed to have an arch-nemesis.

If it's any consolation, I don't fancy beheading you.

[Bathing him, possibly. Does he sleep on the streets?]

What do you want, then?

[Hey, he showers! Sometimes! When his boyfriend or roommate makes him!]

I was supposed to? Look, if anybody's the arch-nemesis in the picture, it's me, I don't play the good guy. Ain't white enough.

[he shrugs.]

I dunno. Can ask for anything I won't get, right?

[So, last week some time?]

You don't go in the sun, surely that qualifies you for paleness. [Also, she is lily-fair, and not a Good Guy.]

Ah, and we're back to square one. Faith.

[Most likely.]

Ain't skin tone, it's the genetics.

Well, can't get my heartbeat back. Can't force - can't force people to like me. Got a boyfriend. Not broke yet. That's up and up as far as my life goes.

[Well. That's not too ripe.]

If there's a rule that those with fair skin are the proverbial good guys, then I think someone's been messing with the rulebook.

...I'd think the good outweighs the bad, in that list.

It's really about movies - never mind, you'd need a week for that.

At the moment. Does yours?

[She laughs. And not in amusement.]

Let's just say the balance is very uneven.

That's how it works, don't it?