03-23-2018, 11:45 PM
BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags
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Grinning, he jerked his head towards the observatory and added, "Alright, let's go. Someone can give you a more exhaustive tour later, cause frankly, I hate tours. I'll show you where the empty rooms are and the basic shit, though." He was already on the move, headed off towards camp with a quick glance to make sure HD was following. Eventually, he'd tell the guy that the dance move had just been Bast fucking with him, but that would come later.
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]