05-29-2018, 11:21 PM
Bastille didn't really care about lost trespassers all that much, but he supposed he probably should. Hell, there were a lot of things that he should probably care about but didn't just then, if only because he didn't have it in him to really care about anything. In the wake of Starry's memorial, he was feeling abandoned without the former Seraph's pendant to weigh him down; hell, he was feeling twitchy and restless in general, torn between misery and the burning cravings he'd let Zaniel ignite. Nevertheless, as much as he didn't want to look any one in the eye, he also had a responsibility to fulfill -- much as he hated to admit it. He forced himself to leave his damned room, and when he joined the others, he studied the posts instead of the others.
There was Suite and Luna's disapproval of his actions, the awkward tension that still lay between him and Margy that made his stomach twist with something nasty every time he looked at her, and overall the silent acknowledgement that he was letting everyone down. Gods, he'd rather be anywhere but there, but he said lowly as he looked studiously at the star carvings, "They're a good idea. Starry would have liked them, too."
There was Suite and Luna's disapproval of his actions, the awkward tension that still lay between him and Margy that made his stomach twist with something nasty every time he looked at her, and overall the silent acknowledgement that he was letting everyone down. Gods, he'd rather be anywhere but there, but he said lowly as he looked studiously at the star carvings, "They're a good idea. Starry would have liked them, too."
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