06-04-2018, 09:34 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
Bastille was coming down from something -- he wasn't really sure what cocktail Rad had given him to test out this time, but he could report to her later that his head had spun for a solid 6 hours and he'd lost sensation in one paw (weird, how it seemed located in just one, but whatever). Now, he felt a bit groggy and like he was lacking something, the subtle hum under his skin giving way to the void. His souls seemed quietly, less ready to jump up the second he regained some sense of sobriety, but still -- he felt off, jilted, unsteady when it was just him and his thoughts and no buffer between the two.
The sudden pounding and screaming at the door had his head coming up, and Bastille glared at it as he realized who it was. Gods, that fucking hurt when he was withdrawing, and he felt a spark of annoyance and something nasty. Oh, so Pollie hadn't given up entirely. Great. With a hiss, he yanked the door open and looked at her flatly, evidently not at all bothered by the words tumbling out of her mouth.
"What do you want?" he asked, voice flat and cold, "Because I seriously doubt you're just here to check up on my well-being or try to mother me." He felt something hot and angry rolling in his blood, the flickering temptation rising that encouraged him to string her up, rip her throat out, but Bast stayed still. Reminded himself not to let Pollie in. Besides, he had enough of his own irritation with Margaery and Suiteheart to withstand anger without him.
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSThe sudden pounding and screaming at the door had his head coming up, and Bastille glared at it as he realized who it was. Gods, that fucking hurt when he was withdrawing, and he felt a spark of annoyance and something nasty. Oh, so Pollie hadn't given up entirely. Great. With a hiss, he yanked the door open and looked at her flatly, evidently not at all bothered by the words tumbling out of her mouth.
"What do you want?" he asked, voice flat and cold, "Because I seriously doubt you're just here to check up on my well-being or try to mother me." He felt something hot and angry rolling in his blood, the flickering temptation rising that encouraged him to string her up, rip her throat out, but Bast stayed still. Reminded himself not to let Pollie in. Besides, he had enough of his own irritation with Margaery and Suiteheart to withstand anger without him.
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]