08-21-2018, 09:37 PM
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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
[b]BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
The mention of any card games called forth the phantom memories of too much alcohol and the press of warm bodies, which was... well, namely why Bastille didn't go out of his way to play too many card games. For one thing, they were rarely as fun without the drinking, as much as he hated to admit it; for another, he didn't like to dwell too much in Zaniel's-- well, his memories. He was supposed to be social and engaging if he expected his high positions to be, however, and thus here he was. Doing his due diligence and mingling with his people. Whatever.
His gaze locked on Oni as he approached, and he hadn't missed the way his Fireball had grown vaguely more irritable since his accident. Bastille felt for the kid -- feeling out of control of yourself was something he was familiar with -- and he really should go talk to him. He made a note of it for their first training session, and settled beside the Fireball with a light nudge of his shoulder as he greeted, [b]"I'll play."
His gaze locked on Oni as he approached, and he hadn't missed the way his Fireball had grown vaguely more irritable since his accident. Bastille felt for the kid -- feeling out of control of yourself was something he was familiar with -- and he really should go talk to him. He made a note of it for their first training session, and settled beside the Fireball with a light nudge of his shoulder as he greeted, [b]"I'll play."
[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]