07-19-2018, 12:19 AM
BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS — [color=#21201c]TAGS
Bastille thought he could hear his mother singing. He'd been getting those phantom echoes, the faintest hints of vanilla wafting through the air, the glimpses of her aura, with increased frequency since Hazel's powers had manifest. He wasn't sure what was happening or why now, or how; he knew that the sliver of his mother's soul he used to carry was gone, swept up by that dainty little wolf. She couldn't be real. His mind was playing tricks on him, and he was losing it, a little bit. His mood had been better but his souls were starting to get frazzled, cluttered, misaligned.
It was the soft humming of French lullabies in his head that urged him to the border, ready to find something else to focus on, a way to drown it out. He never got there, though. He was nearing it and the cluster of bodies there when he found himself stumbling upon a stranger instead, coming to a slow stop. His gaze flickered over her slowly, as if assessing who this was, and something about her aura nagged at him. He had no idea what, however, and he simply arched a brow and inquired idly, "Yo. I take it you've already been greeted. Are you giving yourself the tour?"
Bastille thought he could hear his mother singing. He'd been getting those phantom echoes, the faintest hints of vanilla wafting through the air, the glimpses of her aura, with increased frequency since Hazel's powers had manifest. He wasn't sure what was happening or why now, or how; he knew that the sliver of his mother's soul he used to carry was gone, swept up by that dainty little wolf. She couldn't be real. His mind was playing tricks on him, and he was losing it, a little bit. His mood had been better but his souls were starting to get frazzled, cluttered, misaligned.
It was the soft humming of French lullabies in his head that urged him to the border, ready to find something else to focus on, a way to drown it out. He never got there, though. He was nearing it and the cluster of bodies there when he found himself stumbling upon a stranger instead, coming to a slow stop. His gaze flickered over her slowly, as if assessing who this was, and something about her aura nagged at him. He had no idea what, however, and he simply arched a brow and inquired idly, "Yo. I take it you've already been greeted. Are you giving yourself the tour?"
© MADI
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]