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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
Bastille was slowly tiring of being trapped inside with seemingly no means of escape, all of their attempts at seeking something out within the control room or generator falling flat. They had food to last a few more days at best, but freshly killed prey animals went bad too quickly to be trusting the meat now; it would likely be inedible before it actually ran out, and Bast had discovered in frustration that he could not conjure from outdoors for some reason. Just as he could not teleport out, it seemed he could not bring anything in. Annoying, that.
He was keeping the restlessness out of his bones as best he could, settling for "patrolling" the Observatory. It was silly and he felt a bit ridiculous running rounds like so, but he needed something to do, and he was less inclined to just sit around puzzling ways out all day endlessly. So, he was currently on one of his makeshift patrols when he stumbled upon Zjarr, eyeing the guy idly. Bast had never been quite as hostile as everyone else over the whole Pele issue, and he would admit it was easier to forget about the tension when the elder seemed to hole up in his room so much.
[b]"Yo," he greeted, neutral, having not much to say to him. They weren't exactly close friends or even vaguely acquainted, aside from sharing some concern for Pele. "What're you doing?" he settled for, as opposed to inquiring into how he was. Bast could feel the tension and vague anxiety rolling off of him.
He was keeping the restlessness out of his bones as best he could, settling for "patrolling" the Observatory. It was silly and he felt a bit ridiculous running rounds like so, but he needed something to do, and he was less inclined to just sit around puzzling ways out all day endlessly. So, he was currently on one of his makeshift patrols when he stumbled upon Zjarr, eyeing the guy idly. Bast had never been quite as hostile as everyone else over the whole Pele issue, and he would admit it was easier to forget about the tension when the elder seemed to hole up in his room so much.
[b]"Yo," he greeted, neutral, having not much to say to him. They weren't exactly close friends or even vaguely acquainted, aside from sharing some concern for Pele. "What're you doing?" he settled for, as opposed to inquiring into how he was. Bast could feel the tension and vague anxiety rolling off of him.
[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]