03-27-2018, 11:00 PM
BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags
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"A bit," he said with a shrug, before questioning idly, "You sing a lot in your spare time? Childhood habit?" Bast had a way of asking questions. It was sort of his side business, really: collecting stories for Grimm, swiping memories from those who didn't want them, simply learning things about people. Much as he seemed antisocial, he could be a great listener when he felt like it -- and asking others genuine questions about themselves was easy.
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]