05-01-2018, 12:03 AM
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Bastille himself had no real experience for vampirism, but Grimm had encountered several tales in his time and befriended some. Hell, even Echo had stumbled upon a little clan of them in his travels, but overall Bast had never really given them much thought. He just didn't really care about them, frankly, nor did the "beasts" particularly worry him. Sure, he supposed the bloodlust might get out of hand for some, but it wasn't like vampirism demanded death for every meal. In the grand scheme of things, who really cared if someone was taking a little snack from someone else, if everyone lived and nobody gave a fuck about the exchange? Bastille certainly didn't.
Thus, it was a bit hard for him to grasp Margy's despair as he gravitated in her direction, his routinely irritable demeanor dimming slightly as the turmoil of her aura drew him. He caught a few of her muttered words before Suite arrived, and as his gaze flickered from one to the other he drew a few conclusions. Eating one tasteless bird wasn't going to reduce someone to that state unless something larger was going on, and Margy's insistence that she didn't want blood left few other options. Still, though -- what was the big fucking deal?
At a loss for why she was acting like she was dying, Bastille decided to keep his damn mouth shut. Instead he simply settled on Suite's other side, opting to simply listen and see if there was something more than a particular diet preference at play, here. Somehow, he had a feeling that "so what?" wasn't exactly what Margy wanted to hear just then.
(He distress made him uncomfortable, and he shifted slightly, looking vaguely distraught himself with this situation.)
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]