2.6/ text/ maybe my heart's not made of stone

[dedikated]

filtered from Carlisle;

Someone want to tell me how to make a phylactery?

Comments

[whip_poor_will]

don't know why everyone is kicking up such a fuss over this.
all you need is to put some verses into a couple of black boxes and then tie them to your head and arm with leather straps before your regularly scheduled morning prayer.

[Oh wait, wrong kind of phylactery, she knows.]

[dedikated]

Don't have time for jokes.

[whip_poor_will]

But you appear to have time for ambiguities and dodging questions.

[dedikated]

Not about to yell why I need one of them to the entire city.

( Just... that you need one. K, Kate. )

[whip_poor_will]

Then good luck getting assistance in your endeavor.

Me, I shall be going to the source.

[Sorry, Kate. Ravine's tattling.]

[dedikated]

The fuck are you talking about?

( SOURCE WHAT SOURCE WHO WOULD YOU POSSIBLY TATTLE TO H A H A... )

[whip_poor_will]

You know who I am talking about, just as I know who you think you're "helping" by doing this.

[dedikated]

( There's a cold hit of dread that washes over her like having a bucket of water dumped on her head, stirring the cynic in her into action. This is just to try and throw her off her game, to try and get her to spill Carlisle's name when this person doesn't really know anything. )

Bullshit.

[whip_poor_will]

That I do not do.

But I'm sure you will find out soon enough.