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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
Bastille stepped deliberately between Versailles and Suiteheart as he joined them, sacrificing the added proximity with Suiteheart to block her from being anywhere near his fucking sister. It'd be a warm day in hell when he let her try to ruin Vi, too, and while he was hellbent on making sure she got the message -- Vi was his family, not hers -- he also didn't even turn his head in Suiteheart's direction. Instead, he bumped his shoulder against Vi's lightly, if a little awkwardly, a silent greeting as his gaze slid over Bubonic. The flowers blooming in the Seraph's pawsteps started to give way to dark ones, little plum-black petals swaying. Bast ignored them.
[b]"Reminiscing about what?" he drawled, deciding he may as well take a stab at small talk. Bond with newcomers. Be social. Pretend to be a good little Seraph, following in Starry's radiant pawsteps. Whatever.
[b]"Reminiscing about what?" he drawled, deciding he may as well take a stab at small talk. Bond with newcomers. Be social. Pretend to be a good little Seraph, following in Starry's radiant pawsteps. Whatever.
[B]ASTRAL SERAPH — THE ASCENDANTS — [color=#e2e2e2]TAGS — [color=#e2e2e2]MOODBOARD — [color=#e2e2e2]PLAYLIST
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]