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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
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"You know, more often meadows are associated with nymphs," he commented from behind this stranger on their lands (possibly the border but Madi couldn't tell, so yolo), voice mild and tone vaguely conversational in that I-might-have-just-startled-you-and-don't-care fashion. There had, in fact, been no approach to give him away: Bastille was abusing his teleportation at a time when he probably should not (his body was only recently recovered from the Pitt's bullshit, and every time he used his powers even a little bit he felt a faint burning in his chest), but he couldn't really bring himself to care. Maybe the gods would humble him for his hubris eventually. Or maybe the gods were dead and he had no cause to stop living his fucking life in peace.
"A locus amoenus, if you will," he continued, pale blue gaze flickering over this stranger with that same indifference, the slightest traces of amusement. He didn't imagine that this kid — who was not too much younger than him, notably, but seemed to be an elder apprentice at most — had any background in Ovid, and therefore there was no point in delving deeper into the references, so instead he just provided, [b]"We do happen to have a couple of self-proclaimed witches wandering about, though. If you're looking for some."
[align=center][table][tr][td]"A locus amoenus, if you will," he continued, pale blue gaze flickering over this stranger with that same indifference, the slightest traces of amusement. He didn't imagine that this kid — who was not too much younger than him, notably, but seemed to be an elder apprentice at most — had any background in Ovid, and therefore there was no point in delving deeper into the references, so instead he just provided, [b]"We do happen to have a couple of self-proclaimed witches wandering about, though. If you're looking for some."
BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE [color=#b4d5ee]FLAMES
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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]