07-09-2018, 08:12 PM
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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES
Bastille inhaled in annoyance when he heard Margy's voice, knowing that he was going to find Gen when he glanced up at her. While she often wasn't that too horrid towards him, he was a bit on edge towards her after what she'd said to Hazel, struggling to hold his hostility back. He gave her a morose look at her question, fairly displeased with this development, and sighed as he took another side step and the flowers followed. "Evidently," he huffed, scowling down at them.
His head jerked up at the Hazel's name, and he glared at her. Because-- fuck, she was right, wasn't she? His gaze filtered back down to the flowers, all shades of yellows and golds, and to his horror roses had started to bloom up in between them. "Shut up," he hissed at her, under his breath, and batted a particularly tall rose away from his face. As he took several more steps away from Gen, he realized that lilies were blossoming too, and he felt vaguely miserable.
Were these things really going to announce his company in... flower format? Gods. He felt the bond going warm and radiant, and he inhaled sharply as he looked up to find Hazel laughing. Which was... A rare thing, these days, and he stared at her for a moment as the happiness filtered through the bond and everything was fuzzy with warmth. There was a beat where he forgot the flowers and his irritation, and then she was commenting on them and he was flushing as even more yellow flowers popped up at Hazel's paws.
Fuck.
"Funny, how now flowers cooperate for me," he said dryly, glancing back up at her with a hint of a rueful smile.
His head jerked up at the Hazel's name, and he glared at her. Because-- fuck, she was right, wasn't she? His gaze filtered back down to the flowers, all shades of yellows and golds, and to his horror roses had started to bloom up in between them. "Shut up," he hissed at her, under his breath, and batted a particularly tall rose away from his face. As he took several more steps away from Gen, he realized that lilies were blossoming too, and he felt vaguely miserable.
Were these things really going to announce his company in... flower format? Gods. He felt the bond going warm and radiant, and he inhaled sharply as he looked up to find Hazel laughing. Which was... A rare thing, these days, and he stared at her for a moment as the happiness filtered through the bond and everything was fuzzy with warmth. There was a beat where he forgot the flowers and his irritation, and then she was commenting on them and he was flushing as even more yellow flowers popped up at Hazel's paws.
Fuck.
"Funny, how now flowers cooperate for me," he said dryly, glancing back up at her with a hint of a rueful smile.
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