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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
[b]BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
Bastille offered Roy a roguish smile as the bobcat finally appeared, heeding his yell fairly quickly; he supposed he shouldn't be surprised, given that he was usually quick to emerge when needed. Grumpy as the damned soldier could be, he was dependable, Bast would given him that; with the shadiness of his initial arrival in the Ascendants aside, Bast actually liked him. Except for when he liked to call him Fullmetal or lecture him like a cranky old elder, of course, and besides-- he had to maintain appearances by not telling Roy as much.
His gaze flickered briefly to the side, and he offered Hazel a boyish grin at her request. He already felt more relaxed, muscles loosening up in anticipation of fluid movements, and the flickering rush of adrenaline was enough to improve his mood before anything ever happened; he might have offered her a playful retort, but there was a flash of movement. To his satisfaction, Roy fought in the same manner that he did: dirty. Bast rarely offered any warning before starting a spar, and was pleasantly surprised to see Roy launching himself at him just as abruptly.
He rolled his shoulders and dropped backwards, letting Roy hit him without resistance; instead he focused his energy on twisting with the sudden impact, using the momentum to try to roll them sideways and push hard with his hindlegs to fling Roy to the side as well. Absorbing the weight of the bobcat wasn't great on his shoulders, the roll not quite taking the blunt impact out of it, but Bast was willing to sacrifice some bruising.
His gaze flickered briefly to the side, and he offered Hazel a boyish grin at her request. He already felt more relaxed, muscles loosening up in anticipation of fluid movements, and the flickering rush of adrenaline was enough to improve his mood before anything ever happened; he might have offered her a playful retort, but there was a flash of movement. To his satisfaction, Roy fought in the same manner that he did: dirty. Bast rarely offered any warning before starting a spar, and was pleasantly surprised to see Roy launching himself at him just as abruptly.
He rolled his shoulders and dropped backwards, letting Roy hit him without resistance; instead he focused his energy on twisting with the sudden impact, using the momentum to try to roll them sideways and push hard with his hindlegs to fling Roy to the side as well. Absorbing the weight of the bobcat wasn't great on his shoulders, the roll not quite taking the blunt impact out of it, but Bast was willing to sacrifice some bruising.
[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]