06-10-2018, 08:52 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
There wasn't too much that seemed to phase Bastille these days. He barely batted an eye at the scent of Tanglewood, his cold stare shifting over the stranger (well, he recognized their face vaguely from a visit) with something akin to boredom. "What, you get sick of fucking about with Becky in that god awful swamp? Fine by me if you wanna stay. We'll get you a room."
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSHoney, 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]