Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170607213356/@comment-26854056-20170616223708

Elizabeth let her facade of "worried widow" drop, the sorrowful expression on her face quickly being reduced to a sadistic, bitter one. She flipped the veil out of her face, a triumphant smirk permanently fixed on her face as she squeezed Ophelia's hand, her deep sea eyes boring into hers as a bead of sweat brimmed above her brow due to the mental strain of using compulsion so harshly.

"What you want to do is beg for forgiveness. You want to redeem yourself- Don't you?"

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Leon's anger quickly gave way, causing him to sink back into the suspiciously comfortable comfoter, rolling back into Harvard's arms with a terrified- yet anxious look on his face.

"But what if she does something?! What if any of them get's hurt-"

He broke himself off, knowing fully well that if he continued to ramble like this, the only thing that will come out of it was him crying.

He rubbed his glassy eyes, stifling a few hiccups before nuzzling into a pillow, his body tense.