“Perhaps Roscille should drink from it as well. Her plan, once merely callous, now made blasphemous, vulgar, truly evil, sanctified by these unholiest of creatures.
Macbeth turns to her, his face gleaming in the torchlight.
“You see,” he says. “My lust for blood will be rewarded. We leave for Cawder at dawn.”
girlie just didn’t want to sleep with him and now he’s planning a full scale war…
— Mar 30, 2026 06:31PM
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