05-31-2018, 11:44 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
The rusty tang of blood was prominent, thick on his tongue as he headed down the halls towards Maes' room. For a moment, he felt a rush of sensation, of memory, found himself trapped in the same mindset as when he'd been running to Starry. The memory was fleeting, there and gone as he struggled to reign it in. He had to remind himself to shut it off, to stop caring, to put up his barriers. It helped that there was a steady buzz thrumming under the surface, just enough to dull his senses and silence his internal chaos.
As he came to a stop in the doorway, he felt a brief flare as he stared at the complete fucking mess of blood. He had no judgment for Roy, and understood the loss -- hell, he had actually liked Maes, and it was with a scowl that he realized the idiot had gone ahead tried his fucking circle shit again. He stayed back, out of the thick of things, and instead just said lowly, "May the Stars grant him safe passage."
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSAs he came to a stop in the doorway, he felt a brief flare as he stared at the complete fucking mess of blood. He had no judgment for Roy, and understood the loss -- hell, he had actually liked Maes, and it was with a scowl that he realized the idiot had gone ahead tried his fucking circle shit again. He stayed back, out of the thick of things, and instead just said lowly, "May the Stars grant him safe passage."
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]