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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES
"Well, I guess he's ours, then," Bastille commented lowly as he joined them, steps light and silent. His gaze flickered over the pup slowly, as if that could tell him anything, but he didn't carry any distinctive scent. Dryly, he reflected that at least all these lost kiddos seemed to be coming to the beacon of orphans. They had more found family than true family, here. He glanced towards Margy, as if assuming that she was going to snatch up this kid, and added, "We can get him settled in near you. And then we can look for... them."
He had no idea who "them" referred to, but assumed that was this kid's parents. Bast's gaze flickered back to the little thing as he greeted directly, voice still low, "Hey. I'm Bast. What's your name?"
He had no idea who "them" referred to, but assumed that was this kid's parents. Bast's gaze flickered back to the little thing as he greeted directly, voice still low, "Hey. I'm Bast. What's your name?"
[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]