#ooc. * ( DONT LOOK AT ME I CAVED IN AND WROTE IT NOW. this is bringing back feelings and memories )

[sinshckled]

‘  you’re  a  real  sick  bastard .  ’ :)

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     Jellal Fernandes has wronged a lot of people ; half of them are from times he barely remembers, times blurred by his experience with amnesia ( which had been temporary, but had left everlasting marks nonetheless ).

     Ah, and the very unfortunate experience of mind control. That, too.

     Nevertheless, he’d stopped trying to make sense of individual encounters ; it wasn’t like he had the TIME to ask what he’d done before they alerted the millitary, and an apology---

               Well. What he’d done was unforgiveable ;                                           && that was that.

                             ( He’d long ago stopped praying for forgiveness )                                               but he never stopped apologizing, under his breath.                                                                                                  every time.

     He doesn’t know why Sting Eucliffe is mad at him.       Had he wrong him ? A friend ? General anger, perhaps ?

It mattered little, Jellal thinks -- gaze fixed on the amber color of the liquid, to avoid the blonde’s angry stare ( && everyone else’s ). It was most likely deserved, anyway.

     A bittersweet grin paints his lips ; he takes a sip.

              “Tell me something I don’t know.”

- - - -  ✔ / ACCEPTING.

#ooc. * ( DONT LOOK AT ME I CAVED IN AND WROTE IT NOW. this is bringing back feelings and memories ) #ooc. * ( what a sad bastard. i admit i have missed him. ) #sanctidente