JACKET soaked crimson , it covers hands , splatters upon cheekbones , as blonde tresses have hardened. BLOOD , it's everywhere , and mouth has gone dry as he realizes just what this life is doing to him.
for so long he told himself that because he doesn't carry , he's somehow a cut above the rest. truth is ? he's far from. he's still involved in a world that leaves nothing but destruction in it's wake.
steps staggering - feet weighed down by the knowledge that someone was dead on HIS watch. THIS SCENE IS ALL TOO FAMILIAR. he wants to run , and so he had. doesn't remember her opening door but now he's in some opulent bathroom. a CLAWFOOT tub as she makes sense of what next steps are.
there’s a change of clothing and a bath for you to freshen up. / @exilae
' th-tha . . . thank you ' the words difficult to formulate as trembling fingertips go to pull off jacket , and lands upon marble floor - creating a crimson brush stroke. ' sorry ' he mumbles though he's a million miles away as he tries to center himself - REMEMBERING THAT HE CANNOT BREAK.
i want to scream , my heart beats so fast that i swear a heart attack is not far off. i can see my trembling hands ; the hesitancy of me wanting to actually face this situation. i feel eleven and vulnerable all over again. i don't know what set it off , maybe it was the fact that i went into the situation so sure of an outcome , PEACE. we were so fucking close. . . . [ BREATHE ... BREATHE ... BREATHE ] i have to remind myself , there i can feel it starting to subside , my heart beat slows as i swallow down that scream , and then look at satine.
' we'll have to burn them . . . ' determination settles in , as he regains some semblance of control. ' satine , who's here tonight , anyone important ? "
