04-29-2018, 11:29 PM
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Oh, Bastille was pissed. That probably was not a shock to anyone, frankly, and he did not do much to hide it; no, when he arrived at the meeting it was with visible tension, the energy around him practically vibrating with his contained anger. He tried not to blame Starry. He really did. He knew that the Seraph was just trying to keep the peace, but fuck -- he wanted to rip Beck's little ghostly throat out and smack him with holy water or some shit. He wanted to see that Tanglewood perished in the worst of ways. He was vengeful and bitter and it was a dark look on him as he sat himself down somewhat close to Margy. (He would not admit it, but he took comfort in her presence and was using it to help ground himself.)
He looked irritated as Starry spoke, enforcing his no engagement policy, but Bast held his tongue and his temper in check. Beck would fuck it all up eventually, anyway. Those slimy Tanglewood fuckers were too big of assholes to simply let up, and Bast would get his opportunity. He was certain of it. In the meantime, he swallowed his protests and his insistance that they strike back and forced himself to stay quiet for the rest of the announcements. Only for Starry, though.
Oh, Bastille was pissed. That probably was not a shock to anyone, frankly, and he did not do much to hide it; no, when he arrived at the meeting it was with visible tension, the energy around him practically vibrating with his contained anger. He tried not to blame Starry. He really did. He knew that the Seraph was just trying to keep the peace, but fuck -- he wanted to rip Beck's little ghostly throat out and smack him with holy water or some shit. He wanted to see that Tanglewood perished in the worst of ways. He was vengeful and bitter and it was a dark look on him as he sat himself down somewhat close to Margy. (He would not admit it, but he took comfort in her presence and was using it to help ground himself.)
He looked irritated as Starry spoke, enforcing his no engagement policy, but Bast held his tongue and his temper in check. Beck would fuck it all up eventually, anyway. Those slimy Tanglewood fuckers were too big of assholes to simply let up, and Bast would get his opportunity. He was certain of it. In the meantime, he swallowed his protests and his insistance that they strike back and forced himself to stay quiet for the rest of the announcements. Only for Starry, though.
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]