April 30, 2010.
Bemused Despondency
"Think of it as an adventure."
"Why should I do that?"
"Because if you don't, you'll just become really, really depressed. Trust me."
Tears in her eyes, Valkyrie glared at the ceiling. There was no way she could call this an adventure, no way at all. No, rotting away in a Sanctuary cell couldn't be called an adventure. Maybe he could turn it into one, but he wasn't here, was he?
One tear, filled with bemused despondency.
A/N: Redundant title is redundant.
Eyelet lace and hamadryads and bloodsucking leeches~
Sweethearted.