my girl with her unending doomed taste for pretty things way out of her league is NOT surviving even one sighting of josephine montilyet’s beautiful nose. dead fucking goner. now she just has to get up the nerve to actually say something this time, preferably before everything inevitably explodes again, and make it clear enough that it gets through josie’s head. and uh cross the bridge of being from two completely different worlds when she comes to it. corypheus is really the easier job