06-05-2018, 11:53 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
He didn't look at Hazel, but he could feel the heat of her golden aura, radiating off of her in ways. He wished he knew why her aura seemed so lively and reactive, why hers invoked physical warmth in a way that few others did, but alas, it seemed like he was just forced to suffer through it. It was like she was trying to force him to acknowledge her presence just by existing, and Bast didn't really want to do that. Instead, he resolutely kept his gaze on this stranger, nodding vaguely in response to his reply.
It wasn't until he started asking his question that Bastille realized that this could only be going somewhere that he didn't want it to, and for a brief moment, he wondered if his upper could withstand the sudden pang of hearing Starry's name. As it turned out, it couldn't. There was an uptick in the breeze as Bastille felt something in him twist, and he found himself speaking as if it was someone else, his voice low, "Starrynight died recently. He's gone." That was it. He didn't have it in him to offer anything else, and it wasn't like he was going to fucking introduce himself in Starry's place, anyway. Bast had never once offered his title to a joiner, and with the bitter loss fresh on his tongue, he wasn't going to start now.
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSIt wasn't until he started asking his question that Bastille realized that this could only be going somewhere that he didn't want it to, and for a brief moment, he wondered if his upper could withstand the sudden pang of hearing Starry's name. As it turned out, it couldn't. There was an uptick in the breeze as Bastille felt something in him twist, and he found himself speaking as if it was someone else, his voice low, "Starrynight died recently. He's gone." That was it. He didn't have it in him to offer anything else, and it wasn't like he was going to fucking introduce himself in Starry's place, anyway. Bast had never once offered his title to a joiner, and with the bitter loss fresh on his tongue, he wasn't going to start now.
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]