03-29-2018, 12:11 AM
BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags
[div style="background-color: #e3dfdf; border: 1px black solid; width: 500px; line-height: 110%; word-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; margin-top: -1px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; color: black; padding: 10px; text-size: 10px"]Bastille had never actually discovered his powers, per se. He had inherited them from Grimmkit, and Grimmkit had come with the bonus of complete and utter control over his powers. It seemed to be a perk of hosting the spirit of Wilhem Grimm: knowledge sort of just came as a given from day one. So, he'd always just sort of known, and always been in control. It had come as easy as breathing. Which was... interesting. Convenient, of course. But it meant he didn't really know how to explain it to others, how to teach his control. (He'd had a few ask, but all he could say was it was natural. Not very helpful, that -- and it tended to sound smug.)
Perhaps that was why he had yet to notice slightly abnormalities with his powers recently. Sometimes his invisibility would quick in for a few steps, or things would appear at random without him realizing they hadn't already been there. Every since he passed out, his fur would occasionally glow that deep black... but Bast wasn't paying enough attention. All he could focus on lately were the throbbing headaches that plagued him nonstop, or the restless energy that had him twitching for hours, no matter what he did.
He was in a restless state just then, headache thankfully faded to a very faint throb. The Fireball had taken to trying to patrol it out of his system, even if he knew it wouldn't really work, and after some frustrated laps he started to head back towards the Observatory. When he noticed Luna's aura flickering nearby, he paused before heading towards it. Maybe her calm demeanor would rub off on him if he pretended hard enough.
"Yo," he greeted as he approached, having missed the little bursts of air from her paws. He inclined his head slightly, paws shifting about slightly as he was unable to keep still. "Whatcha up to?"
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]