07-03-2018, 07:18 PM
AND I'M A LOSER IF THAT MEANS I'VE BEEN LOST BEFORE
Bastille wondered, idly, if he should give a single fuck when he felt the force of Suiteheart's anger come rolling through the basement. He knew she was headed in his direction, could practically taste the violence radiating down the halls, and he knew exactly why she was coming, but there was just... nothing. Margaery's visit had been tiring in a very off-hand fashion: she was annoying and her dramatic departure had left a bad taste in his mouth, as if he'd wasted just a little too much energy doing useless things that day. He rolled his eyes skywards at the sudden pounding at his door, and opened it with the same disinterested look he'd given her darling wife.
"Suiteheart," he drawled, flat, "Do what do I owe this displeasure?" He arched a brow at her, evidently unimpressed with the heat of her self-righteous fury, and certain not in the slightest bit concerned about what she had to talk with him about. Something in him screamed that he should care, but he didn't have it in him. She was the one who'd forced her way into his circle and then turned on him, after all, and therefore he was perfectly content to force her back out.
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGS"Suiteheart," he drawled, flat, "Do what do I owe this displeasure?" He arched a brow at her, evidently unimpressed with the heat of her self-righteous fury, and certain not in the slightest bit concerned about what she had to talk with him about. Something in him screamed that he should care, but he didn't have it in him. She was the one who'd forced her way into his circle and then turned on him, after all, and therefore he was perfectly content to force her back 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]