07-09-2018, 07:29 PM
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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES
Setting out in the world with a stubborn nature and will to get away from home was something that Bastille could relate to. He'd left his mother's clan nearly as soon as he was able to, sick of feeling like everyone looked at him like he was a ghost of the lost, beloved girl. They doted on him and pretended to care, but they hugged him because she was Frenchie's son. He was nothing to them, particularly when his souls reared their nasty heads and his attitude took a sharp turn for the worse in those early months of life. It was quite liberating to finally walk away from everyone he didn't care about and the suffocating presence of a Clan. Maybe he would always be like Echo, in that way -- a wanderer at heart, never quite belonging to anywhere or anyone. He'd spent 7 months of his life alone, until he finally found himself on Starry's border.
But he had stayed, and he was still deciding if it was for better or worse, honestly. His take on it seemed to vary by the day. Perhaps this girl would be more certain of her decision to join them, he considered idly as he came to a stop beside Roy, gaze flickering over the young girl slowly. She was small, clearly not yet ready for training, but she had a fierce energy -- a will about her. She didn't want to stay home, he thought, and found himself smiling at her crookedly. Kindred souls. "Pretty sure everyone's already asked you enough what you need, so hi, I'm Bast."
But he had stayed, and he was still deciding if it was for better or worse, honestly. His take on it seemed to vary by the day. Perhaps this girl would be more certain of her decision to join them, he considered idly as he came to a stop beside Roy, gaze flickering over the young girl slowly. She was small, clearly not yet ready for training, but she had a fierce energy -- a will about her. She didn't want to stay home, he thought, and found himself smiling at her crookedly. Kindred souls. "Pretty sure everyone's already asked you enough what you need, so hi, I'm Bast."
[b]BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS — ASTRAL SERAPH — THE ASCENDANTS — TAGS
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]