Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170607213356/@comment-26854056-20170722230920

At this point, Leon was trembling slightly, the tense atmosphere of the courtroom and the recollection of the events that day causing him to bite his lip out of habit, the familiar metallic taste of his blood seeping in from where he bit too hard.

He couldn't take it. The accusing glances aimed at his beloved and the pure horror and paleness on the twin's faces was enough to make him want to run over that damned lawyer with a wheelbarrow attached to a truck. Taking in a shaky sigh, he gripped onto his trouser legs until creases were etched into the fabric, turning his deathly worried gaze away from Harvard's face to try and calm himself down.

Down by the stand, however, Elizabeth watched her cousin with a slight twinge of smug pride, fumbling with her handcuffs as she switched her act into one of a sombre widow, outraged with the "lies" about her husband's "murder".

As she gritted her teeth in an effort to add a little more colour to her performance, she turned to Harvard, narrowing her eyes in retaliation as she stood upright in her seat, clearly ready to give her side of the story.

'''If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me. Bastard.'''