07-20-2018, 12:11 AM
BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS — [color=#21201c]TAGS
Bastille arched a brow at her statement, casting a glance over her shoulder towards the direction she had came from. She didn't seem too impressed with her welcome committee, and he fond himself smirking slightly in amusement at the blunt expression of such. "Small talk not doing it for you, huh?" he drawled, entertained. Bast hated handling border shit because it was always awkward and forced, and he personally would probably be annoyed to be greeted by a wave of strangers all at once. Thank the gods that it had only been Starry here when he joined, huh?
He was shaking his head at her question, about to assert that he was just patrolling, when he stopped short and stared at her. Stared at her hard, taken aback, and suddenly the slightest tinge in her aura that had been confusing him made sense: it carried traces of their mother, the whisper of blood, a signature that was trying to tell him without words that this was family. And he was... at a loss, his thoughts momentarily going off line as he opened his mouth, as if to speak, and then closed it.
He had no idea how the fuck he was supposed to feel when a sister he'd never even known -- she'd been dead in the womb -- showed up on his border, but at the moment it was... dazed. Confused. "Versailles," he repeated, breathily, "It's... it's you." "I named her hoping she'd be Versaillespalace one day... isn't that pretty, Bast?" his mother had said dreamily once, and now the name rung in his head as he reeled, the words coming out blunt: "You're dead. You died. You all died. How-- No, when did you come back?"
Bastille arched a brow at her statement, casting a glance over her shoulder towards the direction she had came from. She didn't seem too impressed with her welcome committee, and he fond himself smirking slightly in amusement at the blunt expression of such. "Small talk not doing it for you, huh?" he drawled, entertained. Bast hated handling border shit because it was always awkward and forced, and he personally would probably be annoyed to be greeted by a wave of strangers all at once. Thank the gods that it had only been Starry here when he joined, huh?
He was shaking his head at her question, about to assert that he was just patrolling, when he stopped short and stared at her. Stared at her hard, taken aback, and suddenly the slightest tinge in her aura that had been confusing him made sense: it carried traces of their mother, the whisper of blood, a signature that was trying to tell him without words that this was family. And he was... at a loss, his thoughts momentarily going off line as he opened his mouth, as if to speak, and then closed it.
He had no idea how the fuck he was supposed to feel when a sister he'd never even known -- she'd been dead in the womb -- showed up on his border, but at the moment it was... dazed. Confused. "Versailles," he repeated, breathily, "It's... it's you." "I named her hoping she'd be Versaillespalace one day... isn't that pretty, Bast?" his mother had said dreamily once, and now the name rung in his head as he reeled, the words coming out blunt: "You're dead. You died. You all died. How-- No, when did you come back?"
© MADI
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]
