07-16-2018, 08:09 AM
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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES
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Shouting drew his attention, and Bastille headed quickly in their direction at the sound of it. It wasn’t until he got closer and he could hear what they were screaming that he started running, and as he slid to a stop he did a quick analysis of the situation: Coop, Nero, Player. Fuck, Player — Bastille didn’t even care who she was right now, so was on his people and he’d be damned if he let fear of harming her stop him from protecting them. ”Get off of him,” he snapped, stalking towards the two as water swirled together with a strong burst of wind in front of him and slammed into Play like a jet, trying to fling her off of Nero. He kept moving forward, ready to step in front of Nero and block her off from him the second she was out of the way.
[b]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — 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]