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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
Bastille left from handing out assignments to the basement, having realized that he had two little shits to release now that they were all fucking trapped in here. He wasn’t exactly pleased with this turn of events. He’d expected something a little quicker: he keeps the kids for a few hours, maybe a day at most while he prepared to go see Pinch, and then they had a nice easy member exchange. Pincher had probably fucking tortured his people, so Bastille didn’t exactly feel bad about handing over two perfectly healthy children after a couple of hours of captivity. It wasn’t like he was going to hurt them, nor had he actually planned on taking kids until they were right there. Of course shit would be messy, though.
He found that his sister had beaten him to it, however, and he sighed at the sight of her and the feistier of the two sisters. Alex was there too, he noted. [b]”I see you beat me here,” he mused dryly, not bothering to point out she’d gone ahead and freed prisoners. He didn’t really care, frankly. They were all trapped now. His pale stare dropped to the girl, and he offered a rueful smile. [b]”Sorry, squirt. Looks like we’re keeping you a little longer than intended.”
He found that his sister had beaten him to it, however, and he sighed at the sight of her and the feistier of the two sisters. Alex was there too, he noted. [b]”I see you beat me here,” he mused dryly, not bothering to point out she’d gone ahead and freed prisoners. He didn’t really care, frankly. They were all trapped now. His pale stare dropped to the girl, and he offered a rueful smile. [b]”Sorry, squirt. Looks like we’re keeping you a little longer than intended.”
[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]