(log) Like a moth to the flame (Complete)
Name(s): Shalice, Godot (Kristoph if you like, Stella o/ ) - Closed
Location: Whereever Shalice ends up after being presented - the lab?
Week: 31
Time: Early early morning
Warning:Godot being a jackass - PG-13 to be safe?
The Master, as Nanao liked to be called, seemed pleased. The presentation of her newest toy had been a success; a success, if you cared for the sort of ridiculous behaviour she was so want to encourage. Godot shook his head from where he leaned against the wall, watching Shalice sleep.
It was disgusting, really. If Kristoph weren't here, Godot was sure he'd have descended into madness long ago. A slow smile spread over his face and he pushed himself off the wall, slowly walking over, almost predatory, to take a closer look. The redhead was a fine specimen, to be certain. However, she was the spawn of a man who idealised success. His smile widened a fraction, the candlelight casting shadows over his face to darken every hollow, while the glow of his mask cast a devilish red light across his face. Wrapping his finger around the candlestand at his side, Godot's eyes remained trained on Shalice, intently watching as he slowly raised the candlestick and bought it down with a resounding smash.
It was a party, after all. Why not have a little fun?
Location: Whereever Shalice ends up after being presented - the lab?
Week: 31
Time: Early early morning
Warning:Godot being a jackass - PG-13 to be safe?
The Master, as Nanao liked to be called, seemed pleased. The presentation of her newest toy had been a success; a success, if you cared for the sort of ridiculous behaviour she was so want to encourage. Godot shook his head from where he leaned against the wall, watching Shalice sleep.
It was disgusting, really. If Kristoph weren't here, Godot was sure he'd have descended into madness long ago. A slow smile spread over his face and he pushed himself off the wall, slowly walking over, almost predatory, to take a closer look. The redhead was a fine specimen, to be certain. However, she was the spawn of a man who idealised success. His smile widened a fraction, the candlelight casting shadows over his face to darken every hollow, while the glow of his mask cast a devilish red light across his face. Wrapping his finger around the candlestand at his side, Godot's eyes remained trained on Shalice, intently watching as he slowly raised the candlestick and bought it down with a resounding smash.
It was a party, after all. Why not have a little fun?