04-01-2018, 12:51 PM
BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags
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He woke early (or rather, gave up trying to sleep) and was pushing his way out of his room before it occurred to him what day it was and that he should have his guard up. Of course, it was too late — he had already stumbled into a mound of glitter. ”What the fuck—“ he sputtered, skittering sideways and shaking his paws. The glitters simply clung to him, puffing up and covering the bengal. He stood for a moment, staring down at it in distress, and felt a slight headache coming on. There was really only one person that was enough of a snake to do this...
”HD!” the Fireball yelled, giving himself another shake as he stalked down the hall towards the other’s room. He liked HD, he did — but he might actually smother him with a pillow for this. Bastille looked absolutely ridiculous, stomping through the observatory covered in glitter with such a dark expression, but that didn’t deter him.
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]