05-15-2018, 06:22 PM
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Bastille had to admit that he was fairly amused. Margaery was such a composed, delicate queen; she did not strike one as the sort to lower herself to such behavior, and yet here they were. He supposed it was much classier to sip at wine as opposed to throw back shitty ass tequila handles (or vodka, if you were Zaniel and pathetic), but it was amusing nonetheless. He wasn't going to question her on it, though -- she could live her life and all that, and besides, it was nice to see her looking a little less depressive and gloomy. Gods, who knew vampirism could be such a fucking buzzkill? (Bastille had sympathy for his plight. Sort of. Okay, fine, he thought she was being a little melodramatic about things, but he empathized with the fact that it was Margy who was upset, at least.)
He'd been remarking sarcastically that her singing clearly displayed her feelings, but he would take a serious answer, too. Smirking, the corporal took another brief swig of his wine before he said with some amusement, "That's good, Margy. You seem... nice." That was one word for the girlish giggles and frankness, but Bastille wasn't going to point out that she seemed a tad unhinged. He let out a snort of amusement at her response, and drawled, "Why, Margy, I had no idea." Obviously it was about Suite. She was horribly transparent, but eh, he'd let her think otherwise. "What else do you like to sing about Suite?"
He nodded to Luna in greeting, amused by Margy's shock, before he nodded to Etty as well. Was it cruel to egg Margy on in this state? Maybe. He liked to think it was more entertaining than anything else.
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]