06-03-2018, 10:52 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
He found it easier to force back the flaring bursts of influence around those who... grounded him, more or less. Luna had always helped him calm his temper, though he wasn't sure why -- he had simply naturally gravitated towards her steadiness, and she was always there when he needed her. He supposed that was more or less the responsibility of a mentor, but she was important to him nonetheless. Usually he could say the same for Margy and Hazel, but at the moment they tended to make something... spike in his blood. Which left Suite, essentially.
As he stared back at Hazel, however, he was caught off guard by her words. He cocked his head to the side, scowling slightly as he glanced down at the bracelet she was fumbling with. The lilting brush of Latin made him immediately think that she meant Margy, but she was looking at him with those intent, golden eyes and he -- was too surprised to hold onto that murderous anger, honestly. He didn't understand her, nevermind how he could have even ended up on her list of people to make shit for, and he... didn't know what to do with this information. He wasn't even sure he'd ever been given a gift before, aside from Margy.
"Oh," he said, elegantly. Bastille was at a loss, and reflexively lifted a paw, surrendering it to her as he said, "No, I will, I... uh. Sure." He seemed to realize after a beat that letting her tie it would likely involve contact, realized his mistake, and dropped his paw within the same moment, evidently deciding to just... let her pass it to him. "Um... thanks?"
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[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSAs he stared back at Hazel, however, he was caught off guard by her words. He cocked his head to the side, scowling slightly as he glanced down at the bracelet she was fumbling with. The lilting brush of Latin made him immediately think that she meant Margy, but she was looking at him with those intent, golden eyes and he -- was too surprised to hold onto that murderous anger, honestly. He didn't understand her, nevermind how he could have even ended up on her list of people to make shit for, and he... didn't know what to do with this information. He wasn't even sure he'd ever been given a gift before, aside from Margy.
"Oh," he said, elegantly. Bastille was at a loss, and reflexively lifted a paw, surrendering it to her as he said, "No, I will, I... uh. Sure." He seemed to realize after a beat that letting her tie it would likely involve contact, realized his mistake, and dropped his paw within the same moment, evidently deciding to just... let her pass it to him. "Um... thanks?"
[ dramatic mood shifts 2k18 ]
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]