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(wait what. SHIT. is bro gonna have to travel to another dimension? dude's just a random small town bull rider leave him alone XDD) "LILIANA!" He shouted, directly in her face. |
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(She done noped outta reality. She saw today's necessity prices, LMAO)
Liliana didn't respond. She didn't feel him, didn't hear him. She just stared at the fresh grave, tears sliding down her bloodied face, the only reaction she had in days. |
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"Dio Santo," He muttered under his breath, gut telling him to leave. "Lord almighty, this is worse than the price of diesel." Marco noted. "SNAP OUT OF IT WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU HERE?" |
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She glanced at him, her gaze hardening within milliseconds. "You." she seethed. |
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(and ofc i have a stranger things set) Marco flinched at her sudden tone, backing away quickly and almost tripping. "QUALCUNO CHIAMI IL PRETE! QUALCUNO CHIAMI IL PRETE!" He muttered under his breath as he watched her (i do beg you, please pop those words into google translate :D) |
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(Not da priest! LMFAO!)
"Faccio piangere i preti e metto in discussione ogni cosa. Cosa potrà mai fare un prete del cavolo? Dirmi di non soffrire? Chiamate pure il vostro prete, gli farò di peggio." She hissed. |
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Marco's face paled as his eyes widened, backing away so quick he tripped, practically crawling backwards until his back slammed against the barn wall, staring at Liliana as he pointed a shaky finger at her. "YOU'RE POSSESED OR SOMETHING BECAUSE ACTUALLY WHAT THE HELL." |
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"You know how many times my parents tied me down, in dark rooms, and had priests scream at me, because I didn't agree with them? You know how many times they condemned me to Hell, saying I was going to Hell, because I questioned their beliefs? So do it, call a priest. Guess what? It's not gonna do anything, Marco. Not a damn thing." She stated, brokenly. "So do it. Call him, have him tell me what you wanna hear." |
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Marco just stared at her, completely confused. "Dio Santo, you were just standing there for a solid fifteen minutes without even blinking, then all of a sudden you just say 'you' in the most imposing way possible and now you're normal again. Like do you just do that and I didn't know--are you okay--?" |
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"Bipolar, Marco. I have bipolar, and personality disorder. Go ahead, make fun of me." She stated. "Call your priest, do what you want. Everyone else does anyways." |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
