06-26-2018, 10:40 AM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
Bastille wasn't at all surprised to see that she'd already started prepping -- he supposed he was pretty predictable, and tended to show up at her door like clockwork these days. Dependency was a bitch, wasn't it? He settled back as she worked, eyeing the cauldron of hell as he liked to think of it as, and found himself smirking in dull amusement at her inquiry. Of course she did. "I don't really care what you do to me as long as you keep the uppers in circulation," he drawled, idle, because he frankly didn't care if she wanted to fuck around with trying to kill him. It didn't seem like Grimm was willing to release him, even if Bastille wanted to be released, so what was the point in throwing a fit over her experiments? He probably wouldn't have cared even if he could feel.
Of course Rad knew the truth, if only because she was the one plugging him full of drugs. Of course he hadn't fucking overdosed again; even he could admit that the excuse was a weak one, with the state he arrived in, but it was all he had. He could only be relieved Rad hadn't suddenly decided to care and expose him. He had little to no issue with her knowing what really happened, if only because he knew the information was unlikely to go any where.
He rolled his eyes as she held the drink hostage, and paused as he forced himself to think back. Everything was hazy in those 90 seconds, the faintest of impressions leaking through the cracks, but Bast hadn't been able to hold onto it for long. "I remember right before -- Beck strung me up so that I'd suffocate, not break my neck. He wanted it to be slow. Like drowning," he said, even, lacking any heat about the situation as he considered what he could recall, "Burned. Mostly just my throat and lungs, but then everything else burned before it went numb. I... think I passed out before my heart stopped. There was... something. Like I wasn't really dead yet. Mist. I think my souls were there."
He'd explained his souls, briefly, to Rad before -- a way of explanation for some of the odd reactions he had to her experiments, for how it might affect him differently when there were other factors at play. It's not like his past lives were a secret, anyway, so he'd never seen a problem with it. "I don't know. Vanilla. It all smelled like vanilla, but I haven't been able to remember much of what they said or what happened in the darkness. And then I was awake, and it all burned again."
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSOf course Rad knew the truth, if only because she was the one plugging him full of drugs. Of course he hadn't fucking overdosed again; even he could admit that the excuse was a weak one, with the state he arrived in, but it was all he had. He could only be relieved Rad hadn't suddenly decided to care and expose him. He had little to no issue with her knowing what really happened, if only because he knew the information was unlikely to go any where.
He rolled his eyes as she held the drink hostage, and paused as he forced himself to think back. Everything was hazy in those 90 seconds, the faintest of impressions leaking through the cracks, but Bast hadn't been able to hold onto it for long. "I remember right before -- Beck strung me up so that I'd suffocate, not break my neck. He wanted it to be slow. Like drowning," he said, even, lacking any heat about the situation as he considered what he could recall, "Burned. Mostly just my throat and lungs, but then everything else burned before it went numb. I... think I passed out before my heart stopped. There was... something. Like I wasn't really dead yet. Mist. I think my souls were there."
He'd explained his souls, briefly, to Rad before -- a way of explanation for some of the odd reactions he had to her experiments, for how it might affect him differently when there were other factors at play. It's not like his past lives were a secret, anyway, so he'd never seen a problem with it. "I don't know. Vanilla. It all smelled like vanilla, but I haven't been able to remember much of what they said or what happened in the darkness. And then I was awake, and it all burned again."
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]