too soon?

[grandhighblood]

characters: grand highblood 

setting: art gallery -- floor 22

format: doesn't matter

summary: happy fun times with the brooding ghb. just a mingle post!

warnings: grand highblood


[ there isn't much going on here. the art gallery usually doesn't have many people in it due to the disturbing imagery tacked onto the walls, but the grand highblood stands in front of a large animated painting, his eyes dull and sort of fixed on the slow undulating motion of the waves painted on the canvas. It's a picture of a stormy sea, dark and chaotic, waves crashing on top of each other over and over.... ]

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[entropied]

[Deadpan:] You kissed him.

[grandhighblood]

[his eyes widen, and they glow a faint red. clearly, hearing this sort of thing from her of all people makes him very very angry.

just....what the fuck.

what the fuck did those two even talk about?!

a low growl of warning rises from the back of his throat as he takes a step towards her, glaring down at her, trying to keep his face as composed as he can.]

Like me, you made a motherfucking mistake bringing that shit up in my face all blatant and shit. I can motherfucking admit that I made a mistake, sister, and I'm ready when the motherfuck ever to face the consequences.

Are you?

[entropied]

[She actually... Smirks. Which is probably the worst reaction. She kind of loves getting a reaction out of him okok]

You didn't do much last time.

[grandhighblood]

[He growls irritably, bristling, his anger mounting with each passing second. Maybe he should've ripped her apart, limb from limb, instead of being so damn lazy.]

You sure you all want to motherfucking test me again, motherfucker? [Without warning, he lunges at her, striking out with his fist.]

[entropied]

[This time, she's relatively prepared and in the right condition for a fight, so she manages to dodge that blow.]

God, you're predictable.

[grandhighblood]

[maaaaan he is so not in the mood to fight her today. she keeps coming back and is so utterly smug and bitchy for a lowblood. even the most annoying of lowbloods, like say, the Summoner, weren't as bad as her...

which uh oh. thoughts and...wait wait feelings? aw, fuck.

he suddenly stops, narrowing his eyes and clenching his teeth at the slightest mention of the Summoner in his mind. It's kind of...driving him nuts, which is such a bizarre emotion for him.........]

...so, the whole motherfucking point was to fight me on the motherfucking behalf of that shitty excuse of a revolutionary?

[entropied]

[She shrugs.]

The point was to tell you to stay away from him.

[grandhighblood]

[He snorts, glowering at her for a good moment before turning his back again to her, going back to watching the painting.]

Can't make any motherfucking promises if he all comes to me by some fucking coincidence.

[entropied]

If he comes to you then you leave. It isn't hard.

[grandhighblood]

That all depends on the motherfucking circumstances. [meaning...well, he's tempted to give the Summoner a second chance if he can convince him somehow......but nobody will know!!!]

[entropied]

[SCOWL SCOWL SCOWL!]

No, it doesn't!

[grandhighblood]

That is NOT for you to motherfucking judge! [suddenly extremely defensive!!]