03-29-2018, 12:00 AM
BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags
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Bast showed up in front of the Observer a few seconds later, seemingly flickering into sight out of no where. In fact, he had -- but Bast didn't even realize his invisibility had kicked in. (He'd always had impeccable control over his powers, thanks to Grimm. It didn't even occur to him that one might possibly act up.) The Fireball was scowling, ice blue gaze a little too cold as he eyed HD, his fur pulsing briefly with a quick, faint black glow. There was a moment before he took a breath and forced himself not to snap. It was not anyone else's fault that his head was trying to kill him. Be cool, damnit.
"Yeah, okay," he huffed, shaking his head slightly as if to shake off the irritation itching under his pelt. Be cool. Be cool. His head ached more with the shake, so he stopped. "What're we doing with those?" He nodded towards the signs, vaguely intrigued.
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]