He could probably sleep through an earthquake if he was tired enough, but this was not an earthquake. This was a bone breaking and no matter what anyone tells you breaking a pinkie really freaking hurts. What followed were words that do not need to be repeated in polite company, but since they were in French people would assume they were meant for polite company. Such is the nature of the French language.
He sat up much more readily than he had anticipated, wearing a nice dash of petechial hemorrhaging. William blinked. It was forced back to English.
"We're-"
He caught a look at Margot the Blood Fountained and he paled. "Nope. We are dead. But... cake?"
There is that going for them?
He sat up much more readily than he had anticipated, wearing a nice dash of petechial hemorrhaging. William blinked. It was forced back to English.
"We're-"
He caught a look at Margot the Blood Fountained and he paled. "Nope. We are dead. But... cake?"
There is that going for them?