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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
Bastille had lived a long life of not caring about anyone. It wasn't even based in simple narcissism, no; he had never cared about himself, either. He knew what he was made of, and knew that he wasn't built for social interaction, for making that connection: he was a fucking failure walking and likely to take anyone within a 5 mile radius of him down with him when he fell. Death followed in his pawsteps, and that was a lessen he wasn't interested in learning twice. The notion of getting attached to others and integrating into a group... It sounded like a fucking nightmare, and there were days where he woke up and wonder how he had gotten here. Days where he wanted to ask Vi to just run away with him, no questions, just go.
And then there were days when he looked around and considered if maybe his life was better, here. If they could redeem him, just a little bit, could delay the inevitable. Hope was stupid and not something he could allow himself to have, but he could allow himself the obligation of honoring Starry's last words. His duty make be shackles tying him to his own fucking doom, but he would do it, and he would remind himself every time that he was here because he had to be. Because a fucking dying man had cursed him, left him no choice.
Sometimes, he came to the Starpool late at night with Starry's name on his tongue. With questions. Demands. Why had he done this to him? Why him, instead of Suiteheart? Why had he chosen the one who didn't want it, who would certainly fail? He just wished he could have five minutes with his damn spirit to just. Understand. But he didn't. All he had was a pendant hanging from an Oak tree, where he'd been forced to put it because it was Starry's damn request. He missed the weight of it around his neck, sometimes. Of letting it ground him and remind him why he was here.
Tonight, the Starpool was not deserted, however. He was displeased to find that Suiteheart was there, putting a sour taste in his mouth, but he ignored here in favor of seeing what the hell Carolina was doing out here. He noted the glimmer of glue of her helmet and arched a brow, greeting lowly, [b]"Well, that thing's big enough now that you could practically sleep in it. Maybe you sure turn it into a bed."
And then there were days when he looked around and considered if maybe his life was better, here. If they could redeem him, just a little bit, could delay the inevitable. Hope was stupid and not something he could allow himself to have, but he could allow himself the obligation of honoring Starry's last words. His duty make be shackles tying him to his own fucking doom, but he would do it, and he would remind himself every time that he was here because he had to be. Because a fucking dying man had cursed him, left him no choice.
Sometimes, he came to the Starpool late at night with Starry's name on his tongue. With questions. Demands. Why had he done this to him? Why him, instead of Suiteheart? Why had he chosen the one who didn't want it, who would certainly fail? He just wished he could have five minutes with his damn spirit to just. Understand. But he didn't. All he had was a pendant hanging from an Oak tree, where he'd been forced to put it because it was Starry's damn request. He missed the weight of it around his neck, sometimes. Of letting it ground him and remind him why he was here.
Tonight, the Starpool was not deserted, however. He was displeased to find that Suiteheart was there, putting a sour taste in his mouth, but he ignored here in favor of seeing what the hell Carolina was doing out here. He noted the glimmer of glue of her helmet and arched a brow, greeting lowly, [b]"Well, that thing's big enough now that you could practically sleep in it. Maybe you sure turn it into a bed."
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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]