04-01-2018, 10:12 AM
BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags
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”I’m Bast,” he supplied as he joined them, ice blue gaze flickering over the stranger briefly. He gave a slight nod and added, [b]”Welcome, I guess.”
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]