unmasking?

The mask dropped. Whose? Everyone's. I don't know what happened. But here we are.

You know what? That's just fucking great. It's been a while, and incredibly society has yet to fall apart. We have a pair of vampires running for the White House. Every now and then you'll see a big guy wearing a doofy Hawaiian shirt with a big old set of antlers sticking right out of his head and legs to match. People on the street corners performing minor miracles for the passerby, right there in the open, free to tug at the strings of reality with no smacks to their faces. Isn't that just wonderful?

That's fantastic. But, I mean, me and Abby? We're more fucked than we've ever been. People can still tell that even in a world full of vampires and literal faeries kicking around, someone isn't meant to have a face that's all stitched up. Before at least I could hit up a convenience store once, buy or otherwise snatch up something for us to eat. But now? Forget it.

Maybe I shouldn't bitch too much. Life got better for a whole lot of people. And, honestly, we're just too few in number for it to be too much of a loss that we didn't win out on this one.

But what's the point anymore? I don't mind giving up. It was always kind of a hard sell to me that humanity was something worth grabbing for. But I tried so hard to get her straightened out. She deserved better than the hand she was given. Maybe, if I could put her into the arms of the public, she could be something.

No chance of that now. They can see that we're freaks that were never meant to exist. There's no barrier, and every time I've tried she's been met with horrible, petty jealousy at best, near-violence at worst.

We've been staying with the changelings. They sort of get it, and have fewer hangups, I guess. Sometimes we can pass ourselves off as one of them, but disquiet always wins out in the end.

Not the worst place to run out the clock.