08-22-2018, 10:09 PM
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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
Bastille was a relatively understanding individual. He was literally an empath, and felt their emotions just as aggressively as his own sometimes, and therefore he found it naturally easy to see someone and understand. He just... didn't always care, per se. Just like he really didn't care if Moon was being horribly melodramatic about his maybe-temporary demotion, and would full on roll his eyes or laugh in his face if he kept bitching about it vocally. It was just Moon, anyway. The guy was way too chill for Bast to actually take his complaints seriously.
At least Peri was just as well-tempered as ever. He offered her a smile in greeting as he joined them, shoved his shoulder against Moon's front leg (lightly enough, noting his injuries), and studied this stranger with vague interest. [b]"Yo," he supplied, "'M Bast. What's up?" She seemed like she was just relaxing, which was fine by him, but it was an odd location to do so if not joining.
At least Peri was just as well-tempered as ever. He offered her a smile in greeting as he joined them, shoved his shoulder against Moon's front leg (lightly enough, noting his injuries), and studied this stranger with vague interest. [b]"Yo," he supplied, "'M Bast. What's up?" She seemed like she was just relaxing, which was fine by him, but it was an odd location to do so if not joining.
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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]