Voicemail

[my_own_advocate]

"Do people actually still use voicemail? How charmingly backwards. Leave me a message, or better yet, invest in an instant messenger app and join us in the 21st century. Cheers!"

He didn't need to mention his name with a message like that, did he?

Comments

[my_own_advocate]

... Seivarden, drunk. Always a pleasure.

Are you nine years old? Were you looking for confirmation that she was just tugging your pigtails before you managed to burn your friendship down to the ground in a way that's probably more complicated than just not liking a movie?

[1000yearstoolate]

I thought she mostly wanted the sex. And to insult me. I shouldn't care.

Drunk and feeling sorry for herself.

[my_own_advocate]

No, you shouldn't. You have thoroughly bollocksed that relationship up in ways I suspect I will never discover, and you continue to make things worse because you appear to like pain, Lucifer texted, exasperated. So either just get that ill-thought-out anguished declaration of love out of your system to her face and move on or even better, just stop.

[1000yearstoolate]

She was my only friend back then. I missed her. Then she left an axe she really liked in my door.

And:

I should have listened to Amaya.

Oh, and:

Who bribes squirrels if you like someone?

[my_own_advocate]

Someone with deep-seated personal issues that they feel trumph whatever amount of respect they have for you as a person.

Why was he relationship-counseling Seivarden now?!

[1000yearstoolate]

It was either Lucifer or Amaya.

She only did it when it came to me. I'm pathetic, aren't I?

[my_own_advocate]

Yes.

Five seconds later:

In general. Bribing squirrels to erase your existence and importance to her from the world, though, that's cruel and dehumanizing and frankly, I don't know why you've put up with it.

[1000yearstoolate]

It took a while for Seivarden to reply.

I was lonely. The others were worse.

[my_own_advocate]

Well, she clearly didn't respect you either, Lucifer wrote, irritated. So stop chasing her. Stop seeking her approval. You don't need it.

[1000yearstoolate]

You're right. Amaya said I should apologise. I did. Now I'll forget about it.

Then:

I look forward to the party.

[my_own_advocate]

Yes, though try to be less of a morose drunk about it," Lucifer wrote, sighing.

[1000yearstoolate]

Remember Ibiza?

[my_own_advocate]

I don't remember assaulting you with text messages about my woes in Ibiza, Lucifer pointed out, You just kept bothering us and then being offended we hadn't cheered up yet.

[1000yearstoolate]

That wasn't what I meant.

Then:

I said I was looking forward to the party.

Here Seivarden sighed too, because why would she be miserable at a party?

Not that she never had, but not recently as far as she remembered.

[my_own_advocate]

Had someone ever told Seivarden she was a terrible communicator?

Well, good. It's going to be the best one the island will have all summer.

[1000yearstoolate]

Of course it will.

She wished she could show up at Lucifer's doorstep instead of heading home, mostly just to sleep sprawled all over him. Even drunk, she knew better than to ask.