04-30-2018, 11:09 PM
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"Gods, I knew those names sounded like complete bullshit," Bastille muttered as he was suddenly just there, though the fact that he had heard Margy speak seemed to indicate invisibility kicking off, not teleportation. He hadn't even noticed it activate, honestly; he could barely think through his headaches these days, and the lack of sleep and stewing anger didn't really help. Nevertheless, he could think about Suite and Margy -- that was, Suiteheart and Margaery. Margae, she'd started to say that one time, and it certainly made sense now. Both of those names seemed more suitable, and he imagined the inclination for Suite to sound right and not Hotelsuites was because Suite was a real nickname. "I was honestly going to be depressed if Margaret was actually your name, it's so drab."
Bastille tilted his head, studying the locket curiously, but he didn't look very surprised or scandalized by all of this. Sure, Suite had barged into his room to confess her dirty little secret, but it wasn't something he hadn't assumed. They were terrible fucking liars, and completely transparent literally all of the time. The only thing that really intrigued him were the pictured children, though that interest was fleeting.
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]