Oct 4, 2015
@toujoursregulus he didn’t know if he believed her, didn’t know if he cared, one eyebrow arching slowly for lack of anything to say. he waited for some inkling of motivation to come upon him, compassion or amusement or the desire for cruelty, but there was nothing.
❛ — don’t suppose you look any worse than usual. ❜
❛ Merlin, it’s a wonder you’ve any social skills at all. ❜ Her voice was snappish, sarcastic, as she shoved passed him, hiding the bruise angrily. She ought to keep walking, just keep her trap shut. ❛ Why the bloody hell did you ask if you were just going to be an arse about it? ❜