Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170607213356/@comment-26854056-20170609193657

When should we do the Oph thing? What happened was basically just that Elizabeth realises that she's run out of options in manipulating Harvard so she begins to set her sights on Ophelia. I guess everything in the plot is all set, so whenever you're comfortable we can start the torture scene? - Bonnie excitedly gasped, resting her chubby cheek on Ophelia's jeans. In all honesty, the situation seemed exceedingly bizarre for her to handle, but her excitement didn't waver, even for a second. "YESYES- YES! CAN YOU TURN INTO CATS LIKE MCGONALL?!" - "LIAR!-" Leon immediately jerked his hands away from Harvard, his own engagement ring falling onto the floor as a result of the sudden friction. He buried his face in his hands, trying to stifle his shuddering sobs. What was happening to him? A part of him wanted to make Harvard suffer, to leave him there in the dust and find someone new. But another side of him wanted nothing more than to hold him, pretend that everything was still alright and their chance at a nonexistent happiness was still there. What was he feeling? Betrayal was what he first thought. After all that happened, he would have simply known that any efforts of violence were gone between the experiments. But it obviously wasn't the case. Although he understood that Harvard's temper could easily be toyed with, it wouldn't sit well with anyone seeing your future husband assault a family member. 'Even more so regarding what he had done with the last family member he interacted with. He stood up, wiping his face with his oversized sweater sleeve as he sniffled. He glared at Harvard with a resentment that was derived purely out of fear, not bothering to even acknowledge his fallen ring as he sharply turned, his voice sounding entirely broken and despairing as his whispers were carried off by the wind. "Don't you dare tell me that you did all of this for me. Don't you dare tell me that I was the only one who doubted a kiss or that I was the only one who had thoughts of leaving." He rubbed his face again, a broken frown fixed permanently on his tiny face. "I'm going home. Goodbye, Lindberg."