05-26-2018, 10:30 PM
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The weight of Margy’s stare was heavy on him, fleeting as it was, and Bastille made a conscious effort not to meet her gaze. He didn’t want anyone to pay too close attention to him, to pick out the ways in which his control was fraying around the edges; Bastille spent so much of his life just not caring, that it felt uncomfortable and suffocating to be dragging around this loss like a physical cloud. Clearly he didn’t handle emotion too well, and he felt his fur prickle slightly as this stranger turned her gaze to him, too. He caught the brief glance towards Starry’s pendant and felt an irrational flare of protectiveness, but he bit it back.
”Right. Well, let’s get you back, then — don’t want you bleeding out,” he said dryly, with a flash of a sharp smile (a bitter one). He’d had enough of his Clan bleeding out for one week, or one lifetime, thank you. He nodded back towards the Observatory and then turned to start walking in its direction. No point in wasting time.
”Right. Well, let’s get you back, then — don’t want you bleeding out,” he said dryly, with a flash of a sharp smile (a bitter one). He’d had enough of his Clan bleeding out for one week, or one lifetime, thank you. He nodded back towards the Observatory and then turned to start walking in its direction. No point in wasting time.
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