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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
Bastille came to a slow stop beside Hazel, glancing sideways at her before his pale blue stare was locking on the strangers. Sunhaven was not a name that was familiar to him, and he arched a brow. Newer groups were sprouting up faster than he could keep count, and with more groups meant more fucking politics to sort out. Damn. Bast wondered idly if declaring them an isolationist group and vowing off of all social interaction would work out, but he doubted it. He offered no indication of his title (he never did, and few ever guessed who he was based on his overall demeanor, but he did provide, [b]”Yo. I’m Bast.” He figured he’d let them speak before asking any questions.
[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]