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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
[b]”We’re dropping them to enemies,” Bastille supplied, having posted up near the back of the group to watch Roy host the meeting. He was slowly working his way through the upper ranked members, putting them through the motions of leadership, getting them a taste of what the fuck that even looked like. He was likely to die young (a simple truth), which meant making sure his clan was better off than they’d been getting stuck with him. As much as he disliked Suiteheart, he had a feeling that they’d be alright with her and the others. [b]”We won’t retaliate just yet, but they aren’t welcome on our territory.”
[B]ASTRAL SERAPH — THE ASCENDANTS — [color=#e2e2e2]TAGS — [color=#e2e2e2]MOODBOARD — [color=#e2e2e2]PLAYLIST
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]