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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
Bastille had an interesting relationship with their mother, though he supposed that Vi could barely call her that having never known her. He shouldn't have even been able to know her, if not for her soul fragment latching onto him in death. Recently, he found himself wondering what might have happened if she had gotten a bit of their mother, too. If somehow they'd been drawn together. If the last fucking blood he had in the world had been with him, if they hadn't struggled alone. As his vision swam with memories dancing across the reality and his souls got more and more restless each day, he found himself more and more tempted to ask Vi to just run away with him. They could make up for what they missed as children. They could leave it all behind and just go, wander and survive together.
But then she'd disappeared for a bit, and he'd had to force himself not to focus on it, to freak out. She could be giving herself space from the group. She could be in her room. She could be visiting allies. It was nothing to worry about and he couldn't afford to worry. Still, it was a fucking relief to see her at their border, even if she was changed. He strode towards them quickly, scowling as he caught onto her words. [b]"Scuffle with who?" Bast demanded archly, not looking pleased with this tidbit as his cold stare slid over her swiftly. Something angry rose up in the back of his throat, Pollie rising to the surface, but he bit back the wrath.
But then she'd disappeared for a bit, and he'd had to force himself not to focus on it, to freak out. She could be giving herself space from the group. She could be in her room. She could be visiting allies. It was nothing to worry about and he couldn't afford to worry. Still, it was a fucking relief to see her at their border, even if she was changed. He strode towards them quickly, scowling as he caught onto her words. [b]"Scuffle with who?" Bast demanded archly, not looking pleased with this tidbit as his cold stare slid over her swiftly. Something angry rose up in the back of his throat, Pollie rising to the surface, but he bit back the wrath.
[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]