[the words are mumbled under his breath with an air of bitterness that makes it clear—he's not happy with this story.
which isn't any fault of magilou's, of course. it just makes his blood boil to be reminded that there are adults like this in the world—in every world, ad on the table and somewhere to sleep. what child wouldn't when given the promise of that kind of warmth and stability?
but melchior took advantage of that—and it's fucked up. it pisses him off even without the full context, because there isn't really a situation where he could believe she's deserving of that. but there's more.
he knows there's still more story to be told—and he intends to let her tell it.]
So what did he do? [he already knows he's not going to like where this goes.]
no subject
[the words are mumbled under his breath with an air of bitterness that makes it clear—he's not happy with this story.
which isn't any fault of magilou's, of course. it just makes his blood boil to be reminded that there are adults like this in the world—in every world, ad on the table and somewhere to sleep. what child wouldn't when given the promise of that kind of warmth and stability?
but melchior took advantage of that—and it's fucked up. it pisses him off even without the full context, because there isn't really a situation where he could believe she's deserving of that. but there's more.
he knows there's still more story to be told—and he intends to let her tell it.]
So what did he do? [he already knows he's not going to like where this goes.]