05-31-2018, 08:34 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
It was easier to resist Pollie's murderous lurch in response to Margy's presence when he was operating with a low buzz and a regained sense of apathy. Since Starry's official memorial, something seemed to have shifted in the Seraph -- those fleeting flares of his souls had quieted somewhat, muted by his desperate attempts to shut himself off, to kill the budding emotions in his chest. To detach, to force himself to stop caring, to drown out the temptations and the caring with the idle burn of alcohol. He didn't even need much to quiet his raging thoughts for a few hours, and as he joined the others there wasn't so much as a flicker of reaction to their presences. Not even Hazel's proximity dragged a response out of him.
"I guess I'll take one," he drawled, his ice blue stare even on Margy, with no sign of those mismatched irises trying to make an appearance.
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGS"I guess I'll take one," he drawled, his ice blue stare even on Margy, with no sign of those mismatched irises trying to make an appearance.
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]