04-04-2018, 09:37 AM
BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags
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"Oh, yeah. You know me, Starry-- I'm a big fan of dancing, and shit," he drawled flatly, a hint of an amused smirk inching up. "HD is just full of brilliant ideas."
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]