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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
Bastille didn't know Gabriel too well -- the daze that had settled over him with the sudden turbulence of his souls had limited his socialization in the past week -- but he didn't think he was a bad guy. He seemed decent. Not annoying, possibly even chill. Moon seemed to like him, and he assumed that Moon had good taste, which meant that Gabe must be alright. But still: he knew nothing and felt nothing for this stranger, which was wrong, in a way. He should feel capable of caring for his people simply out of principle that they were people. He couldn't help the slight relief of knowing that was one less individual for him to worry about, though.
[b]"Huh. Who knew tastes in grass were so important," he drawled as he stood beside Moon, pale stare following Gabe's retreating form. He glanced at Lazarus and arched a brow but said nothing.
[b]"Huh. Who knew tastes in grass were so important," he drawled as he stood beside Moon, pale stare following Gabe's retreating form. He glanced at Lazarus and arched a brow but said nothing.
[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]