07-07-2018, 12:49 PM
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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES
Bastille was there a few moments later, trailing after Hazel like an invisible cord was linking them together. He supposed that wasn't too far from the truth, though he'd describe that cord as more golden, shining with radiance as it latched itself to his heart and yanked hard any time she left the Observatory or got too far away. It was... more or less something he'd just accepted. The bond felt warmer and lighter the closer she was, and he had a sneaking suspicion he would never be too content to have her far away. Whatever. He was dealing just fine.
Particularly since she seemed to have holed up in her room lately, her side of the bond going muted and quiet. Bast wasn't sure what to do about it. He wanted to go to her, to tell her Gen was fucking full of shit, that she meant something to them all, but he had no idea how to go about it, how to avoid making shit worse. So he kept his mouth shut and tended to find himself by her side when she did emerge from her room.
Now, his gaze passed over her briefly before locking on this stranger, a crooked half-smile appearing. "Hi," he greeted, considering her curiously. She was a little thing, definitely not into her training yet, but close. Bast had a feeling she could likely handle herself, but Hazel had a point: her breathing was funky. Wordlessly, the yellow-gold flowers that sprouted in his pawsteps stirred, and the herbs she requested blossomed in front of Hazel.
Particularly since she seemed to have holed up in her room lately, her side of the bond going muted and quiet. Bast wasn't sure what to do about it. He wanted to go to her, to tell her Gen was fucking full of shit, that she meant something to them all, but he had no idea how to go about it, how to avoid making shit worse. So he kept his mouth shut and tended to find himself by her side when she did emerge from her room.
Now, his gaze passed over her briefly before locking on this stranger, a crooked half-smile appearing. "Hi," he greeted, considering her curiously. She was a little thing, definitely not into her training yet, but close. Bast had a feeling she could likely handle herself, but Hazel had a point: her breathing was funky. Wordlessly, the yellow-gold flowers that sprouted in his pawsteps stirred, and the herbs she requested blossomed in front of Hazel.
[b]BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS — ASTRAL SERAPH — THE ASCENDANTS — TAGS
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]