07-03-2018, 10:01 PM
I'LL BE GOOD, I'LL BE GOOD
There were few things that made Bastille truly happy, and high up on that list was combat. It didn't matter how he got it; he just needed the singing of adrenaline in his veins, the crystal clarity of a fight, the knowledge that he knew exactly what he was doing and that he was good at it. Everything slowed down in the midst of battle, and for once, Bastille could be absolutely certain that his souls were not going to act up or throw everything out of alignment. If anything, he felt a greater sense of serenity, Echo's memories of training filtering through his own as easily as breathing. It was... peaceful, in a strange way, and he was relieved to have another opportunity to get his blood moving. He was tired as all hell, but the shaking from that morning had stopped and he hadn't thrown up yet today. Shit was looking slightly better.
His gaze locked on Hazel as he joined them, and he scowled slightly at her words. Ironically, he was immediately reminded of Starry in that moment, too. Then, he'd said nearly the same thing as Wash did in that moment, insisting that Starry of all people had to be able to defend himself, no questions asked. He'd forced the Seraph to spar him then, if only by attacking him, but-- but he couldn't do that to Hazel. Not with her fear of contact. Not when she was already half afraid of him anyway. His gaze was still on her for a beat as he warred with the knowledge that she should could be endangering herself by refusing and endangering herself by participating, and eventually he looked away, towards Suite. "I'm in, too."
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSHis gaze locked on Hazel as he joined them, and he scowled slightly at her words. Ironically, he was immediately reminded of Starry in that moment, too. Then, he'd said nearly the same thing as Wash did in that moment, insisting that Starry of all people had to be able to defend himself, no questions asked. He'd forced the Seraph to spar him then, if only by attacking him, but-- but he couldn't do that to Hazel. Not with her fear of contact. Not when she was already half afraid of him anyway. His gaze was still on her for a beat as he warred with the knowledge that she should could be endangering herself by refusing and endangering herself by participating, and eventually he looked away, towards Suite. "I'm in, too."
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]