03-21-2018, 08:54 PM
BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags
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And low and behold: a stranger. Bast forced himself into his "welcoming" mode, which honestly was not much better than his usual mode, and approached the girl idly. His ice blue stare flickered over her briefly before he scowled slightly. "You alright? You look vaguely like shit." A pause. "No offense. You're on Ascendants territory, I'm Bastille, can we help you with anything?" There, the usual bit was out of the way. "Seriously, you look exhausted."
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]