06-04-2018, 08:52 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
God, there were sometimes where he was convinced that Starry must have hated him. Sure, it's not like the Seraph could have ever anticipated dying so soon and leaving Bastille in this position, but... well. Wasn't leaving Bastille in this position hatred enough? He knew damned well that the bengal hated all senses of power or authority, that he was fucking allergic to responsibility, and yet. He'd decided to leave his Clan with him? Had he wanted Bastille to fail, or something? Was this some sort of post humerus revenge? Bastille wasn't even sure why Starry would want to curse him in death, but hell, he was starting to feel cursed.
He had sworn out loud when he found the notes detailing Starry's attempts to rekindle friendship with Tanglefuck, complete with the former leader's little happy faces and excited comments about how he thought that Beck was coming around. Bastille could practically feel the happiness and delight radiating off of the pages, and he knew that, as much as it fucking killed him, he was going to have to go to Beck. He'd rather stab himself repeatedly but, but he owed it to Starry to do this. He might not agree with it -- in fact, he vehemently hated this idea -- but he didn't agree with a lot of things that Starry believed and it hadn't stopped him yet. Fucking hell.
He stood on the dirty ass swamp border, looking annoyed as he waited for the stupid ghost to show up. Then, he yelled into the abyss of gross mud, "Yo, jackass, this time skip trying to creep up on me with a knife, yeah?" Clearly, he was talking about Beck, and he just wanted this to be over with... yesterday.
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSHe had sworn out loud when he found the notes detailing Starry's attempts to rekindle friendship with Tanglefuck, complete with the former leader's little happy faces and excited comments about how he thought that Beck was coming around. Bastille could practically feel the happiness and delight radiating off of the pages, and he knew that, as much as it fucking killed him, he was going to have to go to Beck. He'd rather stab himself repeatedly but, but he owed it to Starry to do this. He might not agree with it -- in fact, he vehemently hated this idea -- but he didn't agree with a lot of things that Starry believed and it hadn't stopped him yet. Fucking hell.
He stood on the dirty ass swamp border, looking annoyed as he waited for the stupid ghost to show up. Then, he yelled into the abyss of gross mud, "Yo, jackass, this time skip trying to creep up on me with a knife, yeah?" Clearly, he was talking about Beck, and he just wanted this to be over with... yesterday.
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]