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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
Look, Bastille had a sense of mortality. It wasn't always a great one, per se: where the line between good and bad for him tended to fall into a fuzzy gray area that rapidly changed. What he swore never to do one day might fall straight out the fucking window the next, depending on circumstance and the shifting alignment of his souls. One day he swore never to let himself fall into Zaniel's vices, and the next Starrynight was dead and he was suddenly seeing the appeal of vodka. One day he was fairly confident in saying he'd never put children in harm's way, and the next he was locking two little girls in one of the basement rooms because he knew without a doubt that this was how they got their members back.
It wasn't like he went searching for captures, or ever even planned on taking two of Pincher's daughters. The two had delivered themselves to their border, traipsing through their territory while searching for Jacob (nevermind the fact Bastille had already ordered that Roy return him) and trying to fight whoever had taken him. Bast had done his best to make sure they weren't injured, but he knew a fucking opportunity when he saw it, okay? No one would hurt them, and they could trade for their captured Clanmates.
God, this was so fucked up, but he had obligations, here.
[b]"If anyone hears shrieking from the basement, ignore it," Bastille called as he stopped in the Circle, "I'll explain at the meeting." With that he headed for his station, clearing intended to go about starting said meeting now.
[ permission given to take Cleo and Aita hostage! ]
It wasn't like he went searching for captures, or ever even planned on taking two of Pincher's daughters. The two had delivered themselves to their border, traipsing through their territory while searching for Jacob (nevermind the fact Bastille had already ordered that Roy return him) and trying to fight whoever had taken him. Bast had done his best to make sure they weren't injured, but he knew a fucking opportunity when he saw it, okay? No one would hurt them, and they could trade for their captured Clanmates.
God, this was so fucked up, but he had obligations, here.
[b]"If anyone hears shrieking from the basement, ignore it," Bastille called as he stopped in the Circle, "I'll explain at the meeting." With that he headed for his station, clearing intended to go about starting said meeting now.
[ permission given to take Cleo and Aita hostage! ]
[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]