07-13-2018, 11:23 PM
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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES
Bastille could feel the happy hum and contentment filtering through the bond, but he had managed to keep his distance, for now. As accustomed he was getting to following the tug of the bond, letting that golden lasso drag him to the radiant girl, he was making a conscious effort to catch himself sometimes. He feel it pulling on him and to hold back, to give her space, to pretend that she hadn't sunk her claws into him. He wasn't sure what he would do if she ever found out, but following her around like a damn puppy probably wasn't helping his case.
Eventually, however, he found himself venturing towards the source of that subtle pull. He found Hazel at the end of the rope, of course, and his gaze passed over her once before he turned his attention to the others. "Hey," he drawled, idly, before adding, "Let me know that they aren't poisonous." A hint of a smirk, as he tossed a glance towards Hazel once more, clearly playing.
Eventually, however, he found himself venturing towards the source of that subtle pull. He found Hazel at the end of the rope, of course, and his gaze passed over her once before he turned his attention to the others. "Hey," he drawled, idly, before adding, "Let me know that they aren't poisonous." A hint of a smirk, as he tossed a glance towards Hazel once more, clearly playing.
[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]