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[unhappyhellgod.livejournal.com]

*emerges from dungeon, exhausted and covered in blood and grime*

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[alloy-avenger.livejournal.com]

Don't you look delicious.

[unhappyhellgod.livejournal.com]

*looks up at him, blinking...a bit shell shocked as she's still coming back to her own self* I am?

[alloy-avenger.livejournal.com]

Where have you been?

[unhappyhellgod.livejournal.com]

Dungeon. My brother had me sent there until I calmed down.

[alloy-avenger.livejournal.com]

From what?

[unhappyhellgod.livejournal.com]

Wrath.

[alloy-avenger.livejournal.com]

You didn't chose this, did you?

[sexxx-violence.livejournal.com]

*he's pulling his best Ryan impression, curled up in a window seat in the hall under a blanket, watching out the window. He hears the doors open and turns, seeing Circe. He gives her a little nod as though this was perfectly normal and then goes back to staring out into the Courtyard*

[unhappyhellgod.livejournal.com]

*with a small smile, she moves over to join him, sitting on the other side* I stabbed B...

*her voice is soft, low, unsure*

[sexxx-violence.livejournal.com]

*he looks at her, confused* What?

[unhappyhellgod.livejournal.com]

I...Wrath. We...she told me B was looking to throw me off. Take the throne from me. I don't even know why I listened to her. But I got so angry. He's spent all this time pushing me at it and pushing me at it and I don't care. I love this place. But...to think that he was going to...

I tried to kill him. Ceremonial knife, linked in blood magic.

[sexxx-violence.livejournal.com]

Why'd you listen? *his voice is quiet, soft -- strained with exhaustion* Was it something that you were thinking before? That she lit on and pulled at until she sucked it out of you and let it burst?

*he sighs, closing his eyes and leaning against the glass* I'm guessing you didn't, or I'm sure someone would have found me and told me.

[unhappyhellgod.livejournal.com]

I guess. I've been a bit stressed as of late. She might have picked up on that. And no. He had me taken to the dungeon to cool off.

*she notices the tone of his voice, his actions and frowns* She got to you too, didn't she?

[protectndestroy.livejournal.com]

Circe. *He doesn't know where to start, so he simply produces the Tiffany's box.*

[unhappyhellgod.livejournal.com]

W...what's this for? *she doesn't understand, is still really confused...she tried to kill him...and she gets gifts?*

[protectndestroy.livejournal.com]

I should have had more control over her. And then I had you escorted to the dungeons like -- I'm sorry, Princess.

[unhappyhellgod.livejournal.com]

Me too. What I said, I didn't mean any of that. You know that, right? *she accepts the box, opening it slowly, afraid to look Balthazar in the face*

[protectndestroy.livejournal.com]

*He looks at her a little wryly.* None of it? I know things have been difficult, but that's neither here nor there. We'll figure it out, but for now I don't want you to be upset with me.

[unhappyhellgod.livejournal.com]

Is what she said true? Did you and Ian discuss me? Do you think I shouldn't rule?

[multixcolored.livejournal.com]

*low whistle* Daaaaamn.

[unhappyhellgod.livejournal.com]

*small smile* Hey...welcome back...

[multixcolored.livejournal.com]

*laughs softly* Apparently the blankets at the hotel are inferior. Therefore, I'm here to clear out every bit of linen you own.

[unhappyhellgod.livejournal.com]

Works for me. I'll show you to the linen closet.

[multixcolored.livejournal.com]

*smiles* Thanks. There was also a request for you to come visit ASAP. Something about...meerkats?

[unhappyhellgod.livejournal.com]

*she laughs, nodding* Ryan got me addicted to that show when sick. We have it all on DVD.