BASTIEN
you'll never settle any of your scores
your grace is wasted in your face
The door opened a crack and Bastien seized the opportunity, grabbing the edge of it with a hand and dragging himself in, his ruined leg coming behind him spilling fluid on the floor. As soon as his feet where inside he slammed it shut with one exhausted toss of his arm, then laid down on his back and blow out tense breath from his mouth.your grace is wasted in your face
"I thought the point of a password was that we let in the people that used it?" He asked, his voice definitely far more angry and less floaty and pretentious than normal. "I swear to The Voice, if you do the same when Rexanna comes back I will let in the monsters just to spite all of you. Now can someone come and help me with this leg?!" He gestured down to his leg, with it's ripped achilles tendon and the chunk missing from his thigh.
your boldness stands alone
among the wreck
among the wreck
