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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
Bastille wasn't particularly in the mood to deal with strangers on the border. It was hard to be when his vision was swimming with constant reminders of the past, when his identity was so uncertain that at times he found himself slipping entirely into one of his past lives' thoughts without noticing for... hours. Things had gotten worse and worse over the past few days, and that morning he felt closest to Echo: felt the spark of annoyance at a strange face, the reluctance to have to deal with foreign bitches, the general disregard for anyone who wasn't one of his two or three people that he cared about. His ice blue stare was cold as he studied this stranger before drawling, [b]"Hm. What're you doin' here, boo?" The nickname of the Tribers for foreigners was easy on his tongue, more so than usual.
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[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]