06-27-2018, 07:56 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
Children were interesting things. Bastille had never had very much exposure to them, prior to the Ascendants, and in fact had only really ever experienced kids as a kit himself. That being said, he didn't hate them like one might expect from someone with his... temperament. He had a surprising soft spot for kids, even those not pseudo related to him, and so he'd taken to Aaliyah readily enough. She was small and defenseless and pretty fucking adorable, and she was their responsibility now. If that meant letting her pounce of his tail or strut about like she owned the place, Bast didn't really care.
He recognized her aura ahead, though when he paused to glance inside an open doorway, he realized it was Roy's room. He considered the two for a moment, vaguely surprised to see Roy accepting this development so readily, and then he was off again. No need to wake them.
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSHe recognized her aura ahead, though when he paused to glance inside an open doorway, he realized it was Roy's room. He considered the two for a moment, vaguely surprised to see Roy accepting this development so readily, and then he was off again. No need to wake them.
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]