03-20-2018, 12:30 AM
BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags
[div style="background-color: #e3dfdf; border: 1px black solid; width: 500px; line-height: 110%; word-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; margin-top: -1px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; color: black; padding: 10px; text-size: 10px"]Sometime Bastille wished he could forget. His issue had never been memory lost, but rather, the fact that he had too many memories. Sometimes they would come creeping in, past lives slipping through the cracks and ambushing him during the day... He could be minding his own damn business and suddenly he was lost in the past, vividly recalling events that were his but not his at the same time. It was frustrating, to say the least, and usually they left him in a bad mood, reluctant to remember the fuck ups he had been.
Perhaps that was why he was so willing to do the work Grimmkit asked of him. Of course, the little creep was hard to ignore, nevermind the fact that some part of him was Grimm, but that was beside the point. Bastille could understand wanting to forget, to tear about the past and pretend it never happened. He actually felt like a good person when to took memories from others, when he could watch a burden lift off their shoulders. (He knew he wasn't a good person, but he could pretend, sometimes.)
He was out in the territory again that afternoon, having retreated from camp after another of those creeping memories swept him up. (He was running, sprinting along the side of a cliff, laughing as Dawn ran in front of him...) Bast was looking for a reason to distract himself, but he wasn't completely thrilled to see a presumed joiner hanging around. He was headed towards the unfamiliar aura when the guy started shouting, and Bast suppressed a sigh. Time to act nice.
"You're on Ascendants territory," he said blandly as he approached, trying to work on his "greeting". His last attempt hadn't been overly friendly, and while this wasn't much better, no one could ever claim he didn't try not to be a dick. "I'm Bast. Did you, uh, need something?" A step up from "what do you want?", in his opinion. Starry would be so proud of his developing social cues, that overly happy freak.
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]