[WT] SPACE TRUCKIN' :: open, reading about the signs

[BASTILLEPAW]

[align=center][table][tr][td]

[/td][td]

[/td][td]

[/td][td]

[/td][/tr][/table]

BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS

BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES

The visions obscuring his daily eye-sight seemed to have... faded. It hadn't really occurred to him that they were missing, possibly because he had grown so used to them that he barely noticed them, or possibly because... well. Zaniel had never had memories interfere with his vision before, and he didn't actually remember in that moment that he wasn't Zaniel. He had no idea how long it had been since he'd slipped into his mindset without realizing it, given that he had been out on patrols and mostly alone, and so the first time something seemed vaguely amiss with the seraph was upon running into Zjarr and Etty on his return to the Observatory.

The tom grinned slyly as he joined them, winking at Etty playfully as he teased, [b]"Course ya don't. Angels aren't born, so they don't have birthdays." He swung his attention to Zjarr, gaze trailing over him slowly in what was arguably probably him checking him out, before he smiled charmingly. "Whatcha got on Cancers?" Bastille was not a Cancer, but that was beside the point, it would seem.

[B]ASTRAL SERAPH — THE ASCENDANTS — [color=#e2e2e2]TAGS — [color=#e2e2e2]MOODBOARD — [color=#e2e2e2]PLAYLIST