07-03-2018, 06:47 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
Bastille leveled her with an even look, but didn't bother to question her immediate response. Of course she knew that he had very few limits when it came to her damned experiments -- she knew damned well that he was addicted, and he might have cared that she was enabling him if not for the fact that it was his own fault. What was the point in blaming Rad? If she'd turned him down, he would have gone to someone else, and they probably wouldn't bother keeping him alive through it all. He was content in knowing that she was using him because he was using her, too. Life was like that sometimes.
Bast offered a lazy shrug in response to her commentary on Beck, drawling idly, "After Luna, I tracked him down and forced him to relive his worst fear -- his death -- a few times. I'd call him vengeful, really." A humorless grin. "At least we're even now, though, yeah?" He saw no issue with telling Rad the truth, because again, who would she care to tell? He had never told anyone about what he'd done, and in a way it felt a little liberating, giving up the secret. He tended to give his worsts to Rad. He made a humming noise in response to her confirmation that he passed out, and shrugged.
He rolled his eyes at her "apology", and snorted. "I like vanilla," he provided, unperturbed by her lack of empathy. He didn't expect any, and besides -- it's not like he had much to offer himself. He eyed her concoction and obediently took a sip, adding in between two more, "If this one kills me again, I'll try to remember more of it this time." A hint of a smirk.
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSBast offered a lazy shrug in response to her commentary on Beck, drawling idly, "After Luna, I tracked him down and forced him to relive his worst fear -- his death -- a few times. I'd call him vengeful, really." A humorless grin. "At least we're even now, though, yeah?" He saw no issue with telling Rad the truth, because again, who would she care to tell? He had never told anyone about what he'd done, and in a way it felt a little liberating, giving up the secret. He tended to give his worsts to Rad. He made a humming noise in response to her confirmation that he passed out, and shrugged.
He rolled his eyes at her "apology", and snorted. "I like vanilla," he provided, unperturbed by her lack of empathy. He didn't expect any, and besides -- it's not like he had much to offer himself. He eyed her concoction and obediently took a sip, adding in between two more, "If this one kills me again, I'll try to remember more of it this time." A hint of a smirk.
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]