06-11-2018, 08:56 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
Bastille blinked, his vaguely too bright gaze landing on Luna. Luna... A slight flicker of something. She'd been avoiding him, and he her, for a few days -- but that was all awash in his apathy and the faint hum of some sort of upper in his system, convincing him that everything was fine and he was fine. The NPC smiled at her in greeting, but stayed quiet, evidently relieved to have someone else help keep an eye on him.
"Which? Crime and Punishment, the first. A Tale of Two Cities, the second. This," he placed a paw on the book he was currently reading, or at least had been before he started reciting things for the girl, "is the Metamorphoses." A pause at her question, and he actually laughed. When was the last time he'd done that? "Uh, yeah. I have a few different translations of it. I thought you'd seen my classics section." Another pause. Curiosity. "Do you want more? Classics, I mean? Didn't know you liked them."
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGS"Which? Crime and Punishment, the first. A Tale of Two Cities, the second. This," he placed a paw on the book he was currently reading, or at least had been before he started reciting things for the girl, "is the Metamorphoses." A pause at her question, and he actually laughed. When was the last time he'd done that? "Uh, yeah. I have a few different translations of it. I thought you'd seen my classics section." Another pause. Curiosity. "Do you want more? Classics, I mean? Didn't know you liked them."
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]