Insinuation Aromatic

Ravesque Acidic · 08-30-2011, 05:03 PM

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i wear this crown of thorns

upon my liar's chair

He didn't expect that she really understood what he meant with his talk of a partial daze, but she seemed to believe that they had that in common — the faint traces of his smile became everlong as his eyes returned wholly to the curvacious, dark woman who was cleansing the den for her own use. Her questions turned to address his final words, asking about the place that had been destroyed by the mother of his youngest children. Cinder. The power-hungry bitch who had ruined everything, the dog-woman he had taken as he had taken Naniko in the past. What a waste of his attention she had been. His fingers clenched more tightly around the sage smudge in his hands, crimson gaze turning away so that he could calm his mind from the disgust that had accumulated.

"Our leaders were killed. By a selfish woman." It was that simple, the reason he had no place but the place by Naniko D'Angelo's side. Because Cinder, a selfish bitch, had killed the Tribunal for whatever gain she'd desired it for. No one had been pleased. No one had been happy. No one had exalted her. No, they had turned on her, just as he had. She had suffered for it. For them. But that was the past, and it did not good to dwell on old memories like they were important in the present. "That's all in the past though, Caprica. It's best to live in the now, not in the then -- your past can kill you." If you allow it to.

Ravesque Acidic

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