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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
Bastille had little to fear in the darkness or confinement himself. Certainly, he was sick of being cramped up inside with no where to go, tell-tale signs of restlessness eating away at him, but it was low scale and easily manageable by running "patrols" through the Observatory in search of any changes to their situation. No, his struggle was the fact that everyone else was at odds with things, their emotions running high and creeping into him; he could ordinarily control his abilities as an empath, but his souls were unstable and continuous close exposure to their panic and discomfort like this was more than his endurance could handle. Daily, he walked through a sea of thick, grimy emotions, felt them swept him up with them; he would reach his room to find himself suddenly feeling second-hand unease or frustration, and it could take him sometime to shake it off.
That morning, he was drawn towards Inu by two pulls: the first was the intensity of his distress, alerting to Bast of something wrong from one of the other halls; the second was the golden cord that linked him to Hazel, their bond humming faintly as he chased it to her like a siren song. Instinctively he stopped at her side, something like panic and horror sinking into his bloodstream: he could feel waves of some form of resistance, of trying to control himself, of hunger clawing at his throat. It took him a moment to realize it was radiating off of Inu, and he felt vaguely apologetic that Hazel might suffer through phantom emotions through their bond now that he was was there to pick up Inu's like a live-wire.
[b]"What's going on?" he asked finally, gaze flickering briefly to Cav, but he didn't resister him as any sort of threat. Inu's issues seemed more internal, based on his emotional reading, and Bast turned his attention back to him as he struggled to turn off the empathy.
That morning, he was drawn towards Inu by two pulls: the first was the intensity of his distress, alerting to Bast of something wrong from one of the other halls; the second was the golden cord that linked him to Hazel, their bond humming faintly as he chased it to her like a siren song. Instinctively he stopped at her side, something like panic and horror sinking into his bloodstream: he could feel waves of some form of resistance, of trying to control himself, of hunger clawing at his throat. It took him a moment to realize it was radiating off of Inu, and he felt vaguely apologetic that Hazel might suffer through phantom emotions through their bond now that he was was there to pick up Inu's like a live-wire.
[b]"What's going on?" he asked finally, gaze flickering briefly to Cav, but he didn't resister him as any sort of threat. Inu's issues seemed more internal, based on his emotional reading, and Bast turned his attention back to him as he struggled to turn off the empathy.
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