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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS

BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES

[b]"Good to see that Icarus' lesson on hubris didn't exactly reach you, Oni," he drawled lazily as he joined them, a hint of amusement edging his tone as he stopped beside Moon. The little nagging thread of golden light urged him closer to Hazel, to remove the distance, but he held his ground. He didn't need to be shadowing her all the fucking time like a lost puppy -- that was not subtle at all, and he couldn't risk giving himself away through their bond when his thoughts were so... distracted. Cluttered. Jostled with too many other memories. Besides, he liked Moon.

His pale stare took in the fiery little shit as he added, playful, "I don't you can jump high enough to fight sun, anyway. Why don't you fight someone a little closer to your reach?" Bastille was baiting him for sure, but Oni tended to bring that out of him. The little shit head was so proud and high energy that he couldn't help but to roll around with him in the dirt or play stupid tag games with him while he was younger.

[B]ASTRAL SERAPH — THE ASCENDANTS — [color=#e2e2e2]TAGS — [color=#e2e2e2]MOODBOARD — [color=#e2e2e2]PLAYLIST

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ONISION M.F.

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[div style="background-color:#806A71;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"]A big, big audience had come to.. Scold him, that's for sure. Onision snapped his head around at the sound of his mother's voices, his ears laying flat for a moment before they flicked back up, confident and at full mark. Where did he learn to talk like that? "Like what? Fuck?" Onision asked innocently, tilting his head to the side for a moment before he heard Bastille and Hazel arrive.

The young kiddo jumped over to the leader of the Ascendants, his body a lot tinier than the male himself. While it was true that Onision was a spitfire, he could also be kind. Sometimes. He just had attitude problems. And pride problems. And.. cockiness problems. Okay, yeah. He has a lot of problems, but nothing that can't be fixed! I promise!

"Just you watch. One day, I'm going to pull the sun from the sky and beat the hell out of it. Then it won't make people have heat strokes anymore!" Oni squeaked out, attempting to gently nuzzle Bastille's cheek before moving away and dashing over to his mother, Suiteheart's, side. His soft blue eyes focused on Alexander, and he gave the other male a cheeky grin before he began to scoot himself under his mother's legs, white fur covering his small body.

At Suiteheart's scolding about how he should respect his elders, Oni hunkered down, a loud groan of complaint escaping his jaws before he let out a dramatic, "Yes, mooom.." before staring at Hazel for a moment, tilting his head to the side. That girl always confused him for some reason, he couldn't understand why.

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