06-07-2018, 11:29 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
The whispers of Luna's name passed through the Observatory as Rin headed off to meet the injured female, and it didn't take long for Bastille to get wind of the fact that his mentor was out there somewhere, injured, again. He was jittery and a bit shaky, his blood stream pumping a little too quickly that morning, but there was little that would keep him from tracking down his mentor immediately. He arrived in a flicker, eyes a bit over bright as they passed briefly over the others before locking of Luna and narrowing.
"What the hell happened?" he demanded, taking a step towards her as his gaze raked over her, a familiar sense of protective anger uncurling in his chest -- a sudden shock of sensation, when he'd felt so numb for so many days. He stilled as his stare landed on her throat, the twin puncture wounds, the strange change to her eyes, and -- and the assumption was nasty and vicious and wrong, but it was there before he could slow himself down.
He whipped around, keeping himself angled between Luna and Margaery, and fixed her with a livid glare. "What the fuck did you do to her, Margaery?" he hissed, voice low, unable to stop the way the ground started to splinter and crack beneath his paws, a hideous anger boiling in his gut. Logically, he should know that she wouldn't do this, but Luna was here, changed, and Margaery was the only vampire in sight, and she would take someone else away from him, wouldn't she? She was greedy and awful and liked to steal everything, and perhaps she would do it to spite him -- to make Luna hers, like Hazel and Pele and everything else. His irises flickered, mismatched green and blue emerging as that fury surged, but he held his ground, intent on making her say it before he ripped her throat out.
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGS"What the hell happened?" he demanded, taking a step towards her as his gaze raked over her, a familiar sense of protective anger uncurling in his chest -- a sudden shock of sensation, when he'd felt so numb for so many days. He stilled as his stare landed on her throat, the twin puncture wounds, the strange change to her eyes, and -- and the assumption was nasty and vicious and wrong, but it was there before he could slow himself down.
He whipped around, keeping himself angled between Luna and Margaery, and fixed her with a livid glare. "What the fuck did you do to her, Margaery?" he hissed, voice low, unable to stop the way the ground started to splinter and crack beneath his paws, a hideous anger boiling in his gut. Logically, he should know that she wouldn't do this, but Luna was here, changed, and Margaery was the only vampire in sight, and she would take someone else away from him, wouldn't she? She was greedy and awful and liked to steal everything, and perhaps she would do it to spite him -- to make Luna hers, like Hazel and Pele and everything else. His irises flickered, mismatched green and blue emerging as that fury surged, but he held his ground, intent on making her say it before he ripped her throat out.
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]