03-30-2018, 10:33 PM
BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags
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He was trying not to lose his shit. Luna’s sudden presence was vaguely reassuring — she was always calm and contained, and Bast glanced briefly at her before giving a slight shake of his head. He was more likely to force himself to calm down with his mentor near. ”Yeah, whatever. I’m not really feeling a conversation, but I guess if you’re just here to... chat, you could come to the observatory and find the social members. Or something.” God, his head hurt just from speaking.
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]