06-03-2018, 11:26 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
Bastille was finding it difficult to spend time with Octavia, lately. For the most part, her stall was positioned across from Arion's -- which meant that the risk of running into Hazel was high, and he had absolutely no desire to see or speak with her. In fact, he would be happy to never interact with her ever again, thank you. But even when he wasn't tracking O down to her stall, the filly was constantly with Arion, either because the colt was following her around like a lovesick puppy or because she was actually entertaining him and playing for once. Bast rarely had a clear shot at Octavia sans Arion or Hazel, and it was starting to irritate him just as much as... well, most things did. She shouldn't be getting in the way of him relying on O, too.
As it was, he'd managed to catch O on her own this morning, and let her nose at him while he checked for apples. The Arabian's head went up, however, at Hazel's bright voice -- and Bastille closed his eyes in annoyance when he realized the exactly moment O caught sight of Arion. The filly took off, the bengal a few steps behind her with a scowl as he tracked her down to the other side of the Observatory. He found the filly prancing in circles around Arion, predictably.
"O," he said, fighting back the slight edge to his tone as the filly regarded him primly. He resolutely ignored Hazel, and shot Arion an annoyed look when the colt vied for Octavia's attention. "Let's go. They're busy, and you're going to interrupt," he said, jerking his head as he turned away just as quickly as he'd joined the group. The Arabian snorted skeptically at him, but trotted after him nonetheless as he headed for the borders. She might not be happy to leave Arion, but Bast was willing to compromise and take her on a patrol, instead. Anything to get the fuck away from Hazel immediately.
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSAs it was, he'd managed to catch O on her own this morning, and let her nose at him while he checked for apples. The Arabian's head went up, however, at Hazel's bright voice -- and Bastille closed his eyes in annoyance when he realized the exactly moment O caught sight of Arion. The filly took off, the bengal a few steps behind her with a scowl as he tracked her down to the other side of the Observatory. He found the filly prancing in circles around Arion, predictably.
"O," he said, fighting back the slight edge to his tone as the filly regarded him primly. He resolutely ignored Hazel, and shot Arion an annoyed look when the colt vied for Octavia's attention. "Let's go. They're busy, and you're going to interrupt," he said, jerking his head as he turned away just as quickly as he'd joined the group. The Arabian snorted skeptically at him, but trotted after him nonetheless as he headed for the borders. She might not be happy to leave Arion, but Bast was willing to compromise and take her on a patrol, instead. Anything to get the fuck away from Hazel immediately.
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]