This is a blog - slash - archive of some old blogs - slash - place to throw stuff which makes me feel things. No idea how you got here, but you're welcome anyway.
I’d hate to die like your son, clawing at my neck, foam and bile spilling from my mouth. Eyes blood red, skin purple. Must’ve been horrible for you as a King’s Guard, as a father. It was horrible enough for me. Not at all what I intended. I’ve never seen the poison work before.
