07-16-2018, 02:47 PM
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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES
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Bastille arched a brow at that, and snorted slightly in amusement. ”Well, as long as you get what you want, by all means,” he drawled dryly, with only the faintest note of sarcasm. He wasn’t sure he’d be interested in selling his souls to someone just for an upgrade in demonism, but hey, to each their own. There didn’t seem to be anything too malicious in his aura to worry about. At his next justification, Bast let his gaze trail over him once more, as if considering.
”Huh. Who said the grey wasn’t cute?” he questioned idly, smirking tipping the corner of his mouth up in amusement as he added, ”Pink’s nice, though. Looks good on you.” There wasn’t much intention in his voice, just the tinge of entertainment; in a good mood (and it’d been months since he’d actually been in a normal mood) he flirted as naturally as he spoke, letting it mix in with sarcasm and jests. Default setting when Zaniel was a factor in his development, he supposed.
He glanced over his shoulder as he felt the bond heating under his skin, and he offered Hazel a rueful smile in greeting. Everything was light and happy on her end of the bond, too, and for once there was peace. Thank fuck. He watched her for a second before his attention was back on Meri, flickered to Nero as the boy looked to him (and as Nero stopped close enough to feel his warmth — the tactile nature in him demanded he pay attention to a source of contact), and flickered back. Bast grinned, amused, and added, ”You didn’t even introduce yourself, Nero.”
”Huh. Who said the grey wasn’t cute?” he questioned idly, smirking tipping the corner of his mouth up in amusement as he added, ”Pink’s nice, though. Looks good on you.” There wasn’t much intention in his voice, just the tinge of entertainment; in a good mood (and it’d been months since he’d actually been in a normal mood) he flirted as naturally as he spoke, letting it mix in with sarcasm and jests. Default setting when Zaniel was a factor in his development, he supposed.
He glanced over his shoulder as he felt the bond heating under his skin, and he offered Hazel a rueful smile in greeting. Everything was light and happy on her end of the bond, too, and for once there was peace. Thank fuck. He watched her for a second before his attention was back on Meri, flickered to Nero as the boy looked to him (and as Nero stopped close enough to feel his warmth — the tactile nature in him demanded he pay attention to a source of contact), and flickered back. Bast grinned, amused, and added, ”You didn’t even introduce yourself, Nero.”
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