06-14-2018, 10:30 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
Distantly, something in him chided, You're making Hazel uncomfortable. Maybe it was his better sense or vague scraps of a conscious, but it was hard to focus on that when she was warm and the paintings were pretty and he was overwhelmed with the heavy weight of Starry's spirit in the air. He didn't really believe in haunting or meaningfully brushes with the dead or... anything, really, but he believed that if Starry was other there somewhere, he was smiling at this, at his Clan. And it was strangely moving in a way that Bastille was never moved.
(He must be more gone than he thought, for these pseudo emotions to get him so thoroughly.)
His stare flickered up towards Pele, locking on her briefly, and he commented idly, "Pele's a good helper." His little niece was one of the few he hadn't seemed to distance himself from, and he offered her a half-smile in acknowledge. "It looks... nice." Had he said that? He might have said that. His attention dropped back to the floor, before flickering up to Hazel, and it was looking directly at her that he seemed to become vaguely conscious that he was crowding her. He shifted just slightly, leaned his weight away from her, and convinced himself that the loss in warmth wasn't the end of the world. "What'd you give your hall?"
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGS(He must be more gone than he thought, for these pseudo emotions to get him so thoroughly.)
His stare flickered up towards Pele, locking on her briefly, and he commented idly, "Pele's a good helper." His little niece was one of the few he hadn't seemed to distance himself from, and he offered her a half-smile in acknowledge. "It looks... nice." Had he said that? He might have said that. His attention dropped back to the floor, before flickering up to Hazel, and it was looking directly at her that he seemed to become vaguely conscious that he was crowding her. He shifted just slightly, leaned his weight away from her, and convinced himself that the loss in warmth wasn't the end of the world. "What'd you give your hall?"
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]