Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone and anvil...
Break is in the library today, and he is in a snit. The library is a familiar place, to him -- why? Because he's been here every day at least once, often twice, ever since he's been in the mansion. That's over four months of daily visits, now, all in pursuit of books full of his most beloved stories; the ones he's relied on for safety and stability his entire life.
But, as it turns out, the mansion has decided instead to give King Arthur and his knights to someone else.
Time to create chaos out of order. He's locked himself in and entire shelves are now empty as he tears the books away; obviously he just didn't look hard enough, right? If he goes through each and every one he'll find what he wants. Now and again, he stops to tear some cushions from the couches and abuse them, because even he would never damage a book.
Not even Twilight, and fuck, does he ever want to set Twilight on fire.
[ooc: private to standstilltime]
But, as it turns out, the mansion has decided instead to give King Arthur and his knights to someone else.
Time to create chaos out of order. He's locked himself in and entire shelves are now empty as he tears the books away; obviously he just didn't look hard enough, right? If he goes through each and every one he'll find what he wants. Now and again, he stops to tear some cushions from the couches and abuse them, because even he would never damage a book.
Not even Twilight, and fuck, does he ever want to set Twilight on fire.
[ooc: private to standstilltime]