03-21-2018, 09:38 PM
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"]"What the fuck," Bastille said, immediately -- he wasn't one to have much of a filter, and he looked perplexed as he stared at the foreigner. He could feel the slight surge of energy in his veins that said this stranger had caught Grimmkit's attention, the portion of his soul that belonged to the creepy little fuck stirring; in all his years and years of travel and gathering stories, even Grimm hadn't encountered something like this. Bast's skin suddenly felt tight, a dull headache emerging as the past life tried to push forward, take over -- but he shook it off, shoving Grimm back. Fuck off, he thought grouchily, not in the mood for his damned souls to get in the way.
As he drew himself back to the present, forcing his attention forward, Bastille realized the other two were exchanging prophetic words about stars or something. Interesting -- so Starrynight did believe in the Stars, perhaps his own form of StarClan. "Huh. Well, alrighty, then. What'd you say your name was? 10?" He squinted slightly, frowning at the discussion of Pisces. "What if I was born in June? What'm I?" Did he care? Not much. Was it a willing distraction? Yes.
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]