*Barty's mask, something he usually wears for the duration, has been pulled up into his hair, his anger making his face burn and the underside of his mask unbearably stuffy. Hissing into Regulus' ear, his voice is more stage whisper than confidential, full of the frenzied and weary omnipotence of a spurned prophet watching his predictions unfold.*
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Date: 2011-04-20 01:21 am (UTC)