03-28-2018, 11:50 PM
BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags
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It's not like you need to stay with these idiots anyway, someone quipped, too quickly and faintly for Bast to pinpoint which soul was being snide now. Probably Echo, honestly -- he was both the most vocal and the most of an asshole. Zaniel generally just didn't care enough to be a dick, and Polluted was... different, to say the least. Much quieter, much deadlier with his fanatic rage.
God, just thinking about his chaotic cluster of past lives was intensifying his headache. Bastille gritted his teeth and irritably stalked on, making his way towards the foreign aura that he had noticed on their border from a distance. To his annoyance, the guy was just lounging about as if he had any right to casually frolic on their border.
"This is Ascendants territory," the bengal said idly, stopping beneath the tree to regard the stranger with an ice blue stare, "You don't seem to be in particular hurry to find someone, and I know you know this is someone's territory, so what do you want?" Not his best greeting, but damnit, his head was throbbing.
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]