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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
It just had to be Jacob. Bastille didn’t care if they captured enemies, contrary to his duty to uphold the peace: Pincher had raided them, which meant that anyone captured in the midst of the raid was fair game, in his opinion. He didn’t even care if Car tossed her claim around a bit, frankly. Far be it for Bast to be considered a pacifist; just because he was obligated to stick to their damn tradition of peacekeeping didn’t mean he actually believed it himself. If it had been anyone else, he’d be perfectly content. But Jacob.
The seraph looked annoyed as he stalked towards Roy and his little display, pale blue stare frosty as he eyed the state Jake was in. Bast sucked the air out of Roy’s flames, extinguishing them with a small tug, and sent him a withering glance as if to suggest he wouldn’t be pleased if he ignited again. [b]”Really, Roy? Really? Of all of them, you had to pick Jake? We’re not fucking torturing him.” He eyed Alex briefly, before exhaling in annoyance. ”We’re giving him back. I don’t even care if you take someone else in his place. Horrible taste in guys or not, Jacob was our ally’s leader once, and he’s always been good to us. Even if he did know anything, we’re not interrogating him.”
Of course he expected resistance from Roy, and of course he knew that his stance on Jacob was entirely biased. Bastille didn’t really seem to care, however. If he was going to bend the rules on their pacifism by allowing captures, he was going to bend how he pleased and do it exactly according to what he was comfortable with. Those who participated in the raid or crossed them, fair game. Jake? Who hadn’t even joined the raid against them? Nah. He leveled an even look at Roy, waiting expectantly for the backlash.
The seraph looked annoyed as he stalked towards Roy and his little display, pale blue stare frosty as he eyed the state Jake was in. Bast sucked the air out of Roy’s flames, extinguishing them with a small tug, and sent him a withering glance as if to suggest he wouldn’t be pleased if he ignited again. [b]”Really, Roy? Really? Of all of them, you had to pick Jake? We’re not fucking torturing him.” He eyed Alex briefly, before exhaling in annoyance. ”We’re giving him back. I don’t even care if you take someone else in his place. Horrible taste in guys or not, Jacob was our ally’s leader once, and he’s always been good to us. Even if he did know anything, we’re not interrogating him.”
Of course he expected resistance from Roy, and of course he knew that his stance on Jacob was entirely biased. Bastille didn’t really seem to care, however. If he was going to bend the rules on their pacifism by allowing captures, he was going to bend how he pleased and do it exactly according to what he was comfortable with. Those who participated in the raid or crossed them, fair game. Jake? Who hadn’t even joined the raid against them? Nah. He leveled an even look at Roy, waiting expectantly for the backlash.
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