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[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

{In Robespierre's reality, it's been a few days, which has placed him (finally) in England. So with that small step out of many out of the way, he's finally going to confront the Plane. Or, rather, allow people to confront him if they wish about Oliver. His sword is still at his side, but looks at the eternal night sky coolly.}

It never truly becomes less magnificent and terrifying, does it? How she would love to see it. And how she would hate to see me, here.

{With that aside, he bows his head as he walks toward the library, which is basically his only hangout. He speaks more loudly than the previous sentences, reciting a Psalm from memory as he walks:}

You, O Lord, will protect us;
you will guard us from this generation forever.
On every side the wicked prowl,
as vileness is exalted among humankind...

Comments

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[stupid Bible magic >|


...also that icon is totally 'come hither' eyes]

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

{LMFAO now that you say that....
bow chika wow wow}

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[/melts]