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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
Technically, there was a library. Not exactly as Cav was imagining, he was sure: there was no true arrangement of a library in the Observatory, or any particular room dedicated to the sort of collection from the days when this building had been used by humans. But Bastille kept a relatively extensive library on the topics he preferred, and his "secret" library had become fairly common knowledge shortly after Rad discovered he had books. (Damned thief. She was his friend, sure, but half the time he had to bargain with her just to recover his own books. And half the time he had to offer his blood in the name of science to appease her.) The books filling his room were a bit limited in scope given his particular tastes, but he usually could conjure something close to what someone was looking from one of Grimm's many stores of books. Thus, they had a "library". Sort of.
Bastille might have laughed if he knew that was what Cav was searching for, but all he did was arch a brow when he came across the older male wandering seemingly aimlessly through the underground complex. [b]"Yo," he greeted, ignoring the way memories flickered over his vision. Scattered toys seemed to sit on the ground at Cav's paws, but Bast knew they were just fragments of scenes from the past, and tuned them out to focus on him. "Lose your room?" he drawled in slight amusement, arching a brow.
Bastille might have laughed if he knew that was what Cav was searching for, but all he did was arch a brow when he came across the older male wandering seemingly aimlessly through the underground complex. [b]"Yo," he greeted, ignoring the way memories flickered over his vision. Scattered toys seemed to sit on the ground at Cav's paws, but Bast knew they were just fragments of scenes from the past, and tuned them out to focus on him. "Lose your room?" he drawled in slight amusement, arching a brow.
[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]