04-01-2018, 12:31 PM
BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags
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”Welcome to Ascendants territory,” the bengal said idly, suddenly phasing into visibility in front of the stranger. Bastille didn’t seem to notice his invisibility had kicked in, and continued idly, ”I’m Bast. You’re can stay if you’d wish; the Observatory is just behind us.” He jerked his head towards it as he spoke, quite to the point.
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]