dawn grandier
he/him/his
twenty-six
rocket boss
elite
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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POSTED ON Feb 23, 2020 5:58:29 GMT
[attr="class","merkI"] [attr="class","merkpokesI"] "now, now..." a hand was risen to halt marcel from continuing any further. "she has every right to voice her concerns." leaning against the vendor, he'd continue, "you see dorian westcliff as a monster, but is there a chance you may be misunderstanding him?" some had opinions of dorian, many very valid. although, they simply what was on the surface and never the reasoning. "did you ever consider to ask 'why dorian', did you ever try seeing his point of view?" before she could answer he would raise a hand. "i like to look at dorian as a 'antihero', the dedication he puts into rocket, from what i read upon his file, is commendable. hell, albeit, a little much. but he followed silas without question so, by chance," his head would crane as he thought about his next words, "do you see him as a monster because he is a remnant of old rocket?" picking up a dart, he'd extend the item to emma stone, "if i offered you an outlet, a chance to hurt him, to relinquish the trauma of a little girl who had her whole world stolen by the man revered as a demon now dead. would harming those who are grim reminder of his presence do you any justice?" before she could answer he'd interject his own question, "no." and that's when hollow eyes began to rest upon emma. "because bad things happen to good people, and you're a good person emma--i can see that very clearly!" an index finger was risen and shook as if he'd figured it out, but that wasn't the case. "which is why i want you, i want you to see and come to understand dorian just a little more. there's a lot underneath that top hat. trust me, i was quite surprised." reaching into his pocket to pull a contact card, he'd walk over to hand it to her. "the man who took everything from you is dead," cadis said with reassurance, "now let me be the one to fix what he broke." he'd lean in closer to share with her a secret, "help me create a world where tragedy can never exist, assist me in bringing about a new world where despair can never be born."cadis would then place a hand upon her shoulder as he walked by. "you know how to reach me, little wolfe. i'm one call away," as cadis walked off he'd look over his shoulder, "think about it. we should have chat more over tea, perhaps at slateport sometimes!" and like that he was gone. off to wherever fate guided him next. notes: boom [newclass=.merkI] width: 330px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; color: #a3a3a3; padding: 20px; line-height: 12pt; margin-top: -10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.merkI b] color: #a695ca; font-size: 12px; [/newclass] [newclass=.merktagI] text-align:right; [/newclass] [newclass=.merktagI a] background: #2e2e2e; padding: 10px; border: 1px solid #252525; text-transform: uppercase!important; font-family: 'roboto'; font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold; color: #aaa; letter-spacing: 1px!important; [/newclass] [newclass=.merkpokesI] text-align:right; [/newclass] [newclass=.merkpokesI img] padding: 0px 5px 5px 0px; background: #2e2e2e; border: solid 1px #252525; [/newclass]
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