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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS

BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES

Running away from home was amazing easy for Bastille. He had never liked his mother's Clan, and maybe if he'd been less at odds with the world while he was there, he might have liked it better. But he'd just been one lone scrap of a kitten, wholly without family, lost in a sea of people who liked him for who his mother had been. He'd been angry and bitter and full of too many memories from lives that weren't his own. He'd cared nothing for those members. The soonest he could leave without someone claiming he was too young to be off on his own, he had, and he'd never looked back. He still didn't feel any remorse.

(He'd been worried, for a moment there, when he discovered that Vi was so close to him in age. Worried that maybe she had ended up back in that Clan, barely missing him. That maybe if he'd stayed, he could have grown up with her. But she hadn't returned to their mother's Clan, and for that he was glad: he could continue to feel no remorse for leaving.)

As he ambled up to the group on the border, it seemed that he was just missing her again. Bast's attention lingered on Vi as she slid away, and he bit back the urge to chase after her, reminding himself that there was a joiner to greet. Right. Responsibilities and shit. He turned his ice blue gaze onto this strange girl, and drawled, [b]"Well, welcome, then. I'm Bastille." A pause. He didn't really have much to add here, other than a casual, "So, where're you from?"

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