06-01-2018, 03:34 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
In fairness, Bastille was neither a vampire nor technically her biological child, but he also tended to want to kill her lately. The thought brought a sharp grin as he joined them, though the look in his eyes suggested that whatever he was thinking, it was bitter. Thank you, again, Pollie, for your delightful contributions to this shitshow, he thought pointedly, knowing damned well that there would be no response. His other souls tended to chime in with their own voices or thoughts, but never Pollie. He was a silent force, but arguably the most dangerous in terms of how easily he could override Bastille's thought processes.
"I don't have any issues," he supplied, dryly, never mind the fact that he'd spent the last 36 hours mildly buzzed at all times. Alcoholism wasn't exactly a medical problem, in his opinion, and besides -- he was built for this shit, thanks to Zaniel. If that asshole could literally drink every single day and die of something other than the booze, Bast had a feeling minor substance abuse wasn't going to kill him.
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGS"I don't have any issues," he supplied, dryly, never mind the fact that he'd spent the last 36 hours mildly buzzed at all times. Alcoholism wasn't exactly a medical problem, in his opinion, and besides -- he was built for this shit, thanks to Zaniel. If that asshole could literally drink every single day and die of something other than the booze, Bast had a feeling minor substance abuse wasn't going to kill him.
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]