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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
Arguably, Bastille did want a cuddle buddy, but probably not in the way Player meant. Rad's sudden disappearance had robbed him of his one source of consistent contact, which was unfortunate for someone as tactile as he was, but as he stopped beside Hazel he found himself eyeing the plushed toys with little interest. They could offer him nothing in terms of body heat or comfort, and he instead just leveled the owner of said plushies with an amused smirk. [b]"Are you offering yourself, too, or just these?" he drawled idly, clearly teasing, though it may be harder to discern as much after he'd already sought her for contact once.
[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]