07-09-2018, 08:04 PM
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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES
Bastille yawned, rather ungracefully -- it's not like he was accustomed to the human practice of covering their yawns with a hand, and he was fucking tired. He wasn't sure if that was from the shaky tremors of the withdrawal in his veins, lurking even now, or if it was a result of the duress his body had undergone to shift into... this. After, he noted that his canine teeth with pointy but not as pointy, and stuck his tongue out slightly as he bit down it a bit (testing the sharpness), lip curled.
"Huh," he commented, slightly muffled, before his head came up and he seemed to focus on the group once more. Suiteheart was talking, as per usual, and he looked particularly bored for exactly five seconds before he felt the bond curl and heat up in his stomach. He glanced over his shoulder immediately, chasing the golden radiance that had emerged at the edge of his vision, and stared blankly for a moment.
Oh.
His gaze flickered down the details of her dress, mystified as to how exactly this witchcraft had decided what clothing they would magically find themselves in, and mystified as to how this graceful, flowing fabric made perfect sense the second he saw it clinging to her. It seemed exactly like something Hazel would wear, and there was another half-second where his thoughts short-circuited and he wondered idly how he knew she was attract if he didn't have any human standard of reference to compare her to. The next half-second was spent being miserable, because of course she was.
He jerked his attention away from her as others emerged, shouting, and cleared his throat awkwardly before she started speaking. He glanced at her sideways and snorted. "Yeah, sure, princess," he commented dryly, "Might be better for painting, but somehow, I feel like everyone magically turning into humans might be... problematic." He considered Roy for a moment. "Is it weird turning back, or normal?" Would he feel weird turning back to his real body?
"Huh," he commented, slightly muffled, before his head came up and he seemed to focus on the group once more. Suiteheart was talking, as per usual, and he looked particularly bored for exactly five seconds before he felt the bond curl and heat up in his stomach. He glanced over his shoulder immediately, chasing the golden radiance that had emerged at the edge of his vision, and stared blankly for a moment.
Oh.
His gaze flickered down the details of her dress, mystified as to how exactly this witchcraft had decided what clothing they would magically find themselves in, and mystified as to how this graceful, flowing fabric made perfect sense the second he saw it clinging to her. It seemed exactly like something Hazel would wear, and there was another half-second where his thoughts short-circuited and he wondered idly how he knew she was attract if he didn't have any human standard of reference to compare her to. The next half-second was spent being miserable, because of course she was.
He jerked his attention away from her as others emerged, shouting, and cleared his throat awkwardly before she started speaking. He glanced at her sideways and snorted. "Yeah, sure, princess," he commented dryly, "Might be better for painting, but somehow, I feel like everyone magically turning into humans might be... problematic." He considered Roy for a moment. "Is it weird turning back, or normal?" Would he feel weird turning back to his real body?
[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]