one. ✝
[before he even opened his eyes, he could tell he was alone. the very thought made his unbeating heart ache. husky-blue eyes snap open as he sits up in a fluid motion, taking in his surroundings... and his distasteful outfit]
I look like a damn convict.
[someone's been hanging out with a certain foul-mouthed Executioner too long, and it shows. the swear sounds almost elegant as his French accent caresses every word. hair like spun gold drapes over the right side of his face, hiding it from view; not that there's anyone to see him at the moment anyway]
Belle Morte, I demand an explanation! Is this even her doing?
[after getting up and damn near stalking about his cabin, he notices the Sphere]
And what is this infernal bauble?
I look like a damn convict.
[someone's been hanging out with a certain foul-mouthed Executioner too long, and it shows. the swear sounds almost elegant as his French accent caresses every word. hair like spun gold drapes over the right side of his face, hiding it from view; not that there's anyone to see him at the moment anyway]
Belle Morte, I demand an explanation! Is this even her doing?
[after getting up and damn near stalking about his cabin, he notices the Sphere]
And what is this infernal bauble?