11-16-2017, 10:32 AM
Rule number one of having a daughter: never enter her room without knocking and receiving express permission to enter.
Rule number two of having a daughter: don't tell your new cabal that she exists, because she still hates you for what you did to her little brother and her mom.
Margot informs him that the door isn't locked, and before she's even finished her sentence in he comes, barging like a 5'6" explosion and not like the creeping sense of inevitable death that even Sleepers, at this point, can sense. Her Work hangs in the air, she looks homicidally miserable, and he just woke her up, but does he care? Noooo.
He takes care not to step on any salt pillars or tarot cards or hash pipes that might be lying around on his trip from the doorway to her bed, then parks himself at the foot of the mattress, avoiding her feet but not her angry expression. He isn't afraid of Kiara, for fuck's sake, and that woman could immobilize him without too much trouble. He isn't afraid of Margot.
Huge sigh, a pause to frown and remove dirt or blood or something that's become encrusted at the corner of his mouth, and another pause to flick it into his pocket rather than on her floor. Then he looks in her direction.
"That Chakravat assassin Grace is shacked up with is going to be coming by in a few minutes," he says. "To fix--" Wait a minute. Before Margot can react, he holds up his empty palms: "--NOT KILL." Down they go again. "But bring Will out of his Mindscape. If you want to come downstairs for that, you're more than welcome to, but your brain is still developing, so if you want to go back to sleep, that's... 'you do you, boo.'"
He looks away again, like he's about to stand up and leave, but he doesn't.
"Also, I would like to..." His eyes point skyward, like he's appealing for assistance from an entity he's pretty certain he could prove, mathematically, does not exist. "... apologize for... eh... squabbling with Edward. I know that it upsets you. It accomplishes nothing. I am... trying to do better. Yeah?"
If she has nothing to say to him, he'll give her an awkward pat on the knee and get up and leave. He does not, however, assume she has nothing to say.
Rule number two of having a daughter: don't tell your new cabal that she exists, because she still hates you for what you did to her little brother and her mom.
Margot informs him that the door isn't locked, and before she's even finished her sentence in he comes, barging like a 5'6" explosion and not like the creeping sense of inevitable death that even Sleepers, at this point, can sense. Her Work hangs in the air, she looks homicidally miserable, and he just woke her up, but does he care? Noooo.
He takes care not to step on any salt pillars or tarot cards or hash pipes that might be lying around on his trip from the doorway to her bed, then parks himself at the foot of the mattress, avoiding her feet but not her angry expression. He isn't afraid of Kiara, for fuck's sake, and that woman could immobilize him without too much trouble. He isn't afraid of Margot.
Huge sigh, a pause to frown and remove dirt or blood or something that's become encrusted at the corner of his mouth, and another pause to flick it into his pocket rather than on her floor. Then he looks in her direction.
"That Chakravat assassin Grace is shacked up with is going to be coming by in a few minutes," he says. "To fix--" Wait a minute. Before Margot can react, he holds up his empty palms: "--NOT KILL." Down they go again. "But bring Will out of his Mindscape. If you want to come downstairs for that, you're more than welcome to, but your brain is still developing, so if you want to go back to sleep, that's... 'you do you, boo.'"
He looks away again, like he's about to stand up and leave, but he doesn't.
"Also, I would like to..." His eyes point skyward, like he's appealing for assistance from an entity he's pretty certain he could prove, mathematically, does not exist. "... apologize for... eh... squabbling with Edward. I know that it upsets you. It accomplishes nothing. I am... trying to do better. Yeah?"
If she has nothing to say to him, he'll give her an awkward pat on the knee and get up and leave. He does not, however, assume she has nothing to say.
Look. I have school. And RP. And all my other time is taken up by sheer, unreasoning panic. I don't have time for Reddit.
-- ixphaelaeon
-- ixphaelaeon