06-04-2018, 07:39 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
Bastille used to take comfort in seeing Suite every fucking where he went, but for fuck's sake, he was getting tired of being unable to escape her. On the bright side, the pleasant hum of vodka was doing its job: dulling his senses and emotions just enough that he could still function but not really care. He didn't even look at her as he joined them, and felt close to nothing as he eyed Roy's set up. "Yeah, I'm in," he said, lazy, before adding, "S'long as I get to throw some at you, you know?" He gave Roy a smirk, but didn't seem to carry heat. His suspicious against Roy had died at about the same time as... well, Maes almost had, the first time.
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSHoney, 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]