#bastienxleo

[cryptid-killjoy]

orleans-jester​:

He just -

He got stabbed.

He got fucking stabbed.

The ice cold feeling of warm blood, so - so contrasting.

He hadn’t been expecting that. A beating, yeah. But -

But he took this as Bastien was trying to fucking kill him now.

His hands immediately went to the wound and - and he knew enough from movies to put pressure on it. He backed up against the wall and slid down it, looking at his hand in disbelief. He’d never been stabbed before. Holy fucking hell. He was starting to go into shock about it. But no one in this room cared.

Frank was also in holy shit mode. He had seen there wasn’t a knife. Bastien had just materialized it. Out of nothing. That was some serious shit right there. Well. Paint him impressed. Paint him impressed the same way that Bastien was painted in the blood of his enemies.

“Fuck man - you stabbed me,” Pierre said from the ground, looking up finally. And then Halloweentown -

“She doesn’t know shit, man. Leave her out of it,” He said, pressing against his stomach. It hurt like Hell. But it didn’t feel like he nicked any arteries. Somehow. “She just thinks I’m some poor sap who never got a chance.”

Delta’s face rarely let herself express that look of surprise but it caught and she was in awe there for a moment and really still was. But, Pierre brought her quickly back down from the Cloud 9 she was feeling when she realized what her Hunch had done. She was almost glad he copped out and didn’t kill him just to see him evolve that access a little more. She really needed to figure out how he tapped into that more. Good god. 

Bastien didn’t answer Leo. He was lucky he didn’t come and hammer him to begin with. Like he cared if he stabbed him at this point even if it was semi-unintentional. He really only came over to box his face in like Chip, but Pierre hit the wrong nerve. He had a knack for doing that. 

She doesn’t know shit. Leave her out of it?

Ohhhh. Looky. Pierre thought he was going to be able to control something again. He crossed a line. He thought he was jumping through loopholes, but he crossed a line. He also thinks the world revolves around Pierre. 

Pierre speaking fired up Bastien’s eyes. “You don’t get to tell me what I can and can not do.” 

Delta could have sworn she saw a glint of that blade in his hand for just a moment. Maybe it was her imagination. She thought she was going crazy. She wasn’t even trying to get Frank’s feeds. She shook her head and walked over to her Hunch and put her hands on his shoulder and said, “That’s right. Only I do.” 

Bastien stood still when she said that like maybe she was going to give him an order and he was waiting for it. But, she let go and walked between the wounded and The Hunch and said, “Why yes, Go to the car honey. We’ll take you to Halloweentown. Go on.” 

So, Bastien glared at Pierre, pulled his hammer out the wall, and walked on up the stairs to go load up in the car. 

Then when he was gone she said, “Now you listen to me. I let you live. I brought you life. But, Don’t you think for a twisted minute everything we do has to do with you, bitch. Marcie just took some nobody that never got a chance across MY Hunch’s line to Fuck his Maddy Mouse. She’s not allowed to touch My Hunch’s wife in any fucking form. So Fuck You. Marcie crossed MY line. She fucked up. She crossed the line. But, you took her there. You can blame yourself.” 

Then they went out to the car to head out to HTH. She was having a little fun truth be told. 

Now, when he did come to Marcie, truth be told there, Frank already got into her head the day they marched around looking for interesting people and ended up at the drag club. It was a pretty random day. Delta was just stirring the pot getting some intel. This would be the day it actually came in handy. She knew from that day Marcie was not some big Oogie supporter and was mostly a gal of her own head design. She seemed to be content in her own little world. This is also why Delta did not pick her up. She wouldn’t stick. She was too aloof. She had no motivation to want to pick sides. But, now Marcie was walking a fine line of one without meaning to. This was probably her moment that could make or break the neutrality Delta files her under in her head depending on her reaction to however Hunchy approached her. She was curious herself what it was he wanted to say or do. But, Delta knew what she would make very clear to her.