07-15-2018, 07:35 PM
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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES
Bastille wished he could say that he wasn't entirely confused by the bizarre sight he stumbled upon, but he was. He hadn't exactly ever seen a pillow fort, other than the small one Sylva used to set up in the corner of the Circle, and honestly? It took him a second to realized that Caboose's mess of blankets was in fact a fort. He wasn't sure what was more surprising: that the fort was terrible or that Church was actually offering insight.
"You should have used the ladder in the Circle," he supplied, considering the mound of shit, "You could use it to hold at least one wall up tall. Like, uh, a tent. Thing."
"You should have used the ladder in the Circle," he supplied, considering the mound of shit, "You could use it to hold at least one wall up tall. Like, uh, a tent. Thing."
[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]