Post by Empress Rose (◕‿◕✿) on Jun 1, 2015 16:09:56 GMT -8
(( lmao i didn't know what else to call it even though we discussed throwing PruCan in there among other things pff but anyways hope u guys enjoy watching this rp between ✮Prince Leo✮ and I and here's my starter uvu ))
For Francis, there were only two kinds of angry. There was the livid, furious kind of anger, where he would yell and scream and throw things and pull his hair out, the kind that he would look back on when he was calmed down and call himself a monster because of how he had acted. Then there was the cold, cruel kind of anger, where he was quiet and sarcastic and would just laugh at whoever had made him angry as he began to form the plan in his head of how to get them back for it. He had always thought that there was no in between for him... But now he knew that he was wrong.
Yes, he was angry. Livid and furious. But he couldn't act on it. He wanted to scream and yell and throw things and pull his hair out, but he couldn't. He wouldn't let himself. So he was quiet. He sat in his little wooden chair at the kitchen table with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He sipped it slowly as he stared at the wall in front of him, smiling faintly and laughing at his own mistakes. His anger wasn't directed towards anyone else; it was directed towards himself.
Still, no matter what kind of mood he was in, there was always one person that he would always be kind to. One person he always had time for. As he heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen, cutting through the otherwise dead silence of his relatively empty house, he looked away from the wall and towards the door, forcing a smile onto his sullen and tired face and prepared himself to greet his son, whom he knew had just gotten home from school.
For Francis, there were only two kinds of angry. There was the livid, furious kind of anger, where he would yell and scream and throw things and pull his hair out, the kind that he would look back on when he was calmed down and call himself a monster because of how he had acted. Then there was the cold, cruel kind of anger, where he was quiet and sarcastic and would just laugh at whoever had made him angry as he began to form the plan in his head of how to get them back for it. He had always thought that there was no in between for him... But now he knew that he was wrong.
Yes, he was angry. Livid and furious. But he couldn't act on it. He wanted to scream and yell and throw things and pull his hair out, but he couldn't. He wouldn't let himself. So he was quiet. He sat in his little wooden chair at the kitchen table with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He sipped it slowly as he stared at the wall in front of him, smiling faintly and laughing at his own mistakes. His anger wasn't directed towards anyone else; it was directed towards himself.
Still, no matter what kind of mood he was in, there was always one person that he would always be kind to. One person he always had time for. As he heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen, cutting through the otherwise dead silence of his relatively empty house, he looked away from the wall and towards the door, forcing a smile onto his sullen and tired face and prepared himself to greet his son, whom he knew had just gotten home from school.
I love your Francis too he's so precious oh my god. <33))
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