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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
At Moon’s call for the Assendants, Bastille snorted with amusement and started to head in his direction. That Halo was one of the more chill members they had, and he had to admit that he liked him: Bast had a feeling he could declare an end to the hierarchy and force them all to manage one another and Moon would be right there with him with banners and celebratory confetti to support the new anarchy. He felt more relaxed with his easy personality and nonchalance, and as he stopped beside Vi he noted that the subtle traces of memories flickering over his double vision has dulled somewhat. There weren’t as many ghosts haunting him, then.
At the introduction to sex ed, Bastille immediately realized why the little gift from Pollie had faded a bit. Zaniel’s memories rolled to the surface smoothly, and he scowled as he shoved them back in irritation. No. No, no thank you, that was not something he wanted in his head, and he shook said head briefly to clear it before letting his attention land on Moon once more. [b]”I have such faith in our medical experts,” he drawled sarcastically in greeting, a hint of a smirk shifting up.
At the introduction to sex ed, Bastille immediately realized why the little gift from Pollie had faded a bit. Zaniel’s memories rolled to the surface smoothly, and he scowled as he shoved them back in irritation. No. No, no thank you, that was not something he wanted in his head, and he shook said head briefly to clear it before letting his attention land on Moon once more. [b]”I have such faith in our medical experts,” he drawled sarcastically in greeting, a hint of a smirk shifting up.
[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]