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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
[b]BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
Bastille had a strange relationship with water. At a young age, he couldn't help but to fear it, standing paralyzed before the great expanses of the river flowing through his Clan's territory and being unable to look away as memories crashed over him. He'd lost too many to the icy clutches of water, which was in many ways more frightening than his own drowning; no, drowning was almost peaceful once the mind stopped panicking, and Echo had no fear of death. Bastille could overcome the fear of losing his own life to the waves — it was others he had to worry about. But still, it had taken him time, taken many long hours standing in the shallow water shivering and refusing to move until he could breathe easily and escape the tight noose of panic around his neck. And now it was just... water.
Sometimes, he still got glimmers of those memories in passing, but they seemed reserved to gorges and larger stretches of water, more akin to where he had actually died. Now, he stood back for a moment to regard the chaos of flying water balloons and simply smirked slightly in amusement, gaze flickering to Har as the kitten bolted. Woops. He should probably check on the munchkin later, but first he set his sights on an excellent target: Moon.
Bast contemplated a balloon before launching it deliberately towards the lion, letting it smash against the ground; almost immediately the water shot up before soaking in and splashed all over Moon like an obnoxious missile. Evidently Bast didn't really care that the medic was injured and prone, because he just started laughing.
Sometimes, he still got glimmers of those memories in passing, but they seemed reserved to gorges and larger stretches of water, more akin to where he had actually died. Now, he stood back for a moment to regard the chaos of flying water balloons and simply smirked slightly in amusement, gaze flickering to Har as the kitten bolted. Woops. He should probably check on the munchkin later, but first he set his sights on an excellent target: Moon.
Bast contemplated a balloon before launching it deliberately towards the lion, letting it smash against the ground; almost immediately the water shot up before soaking in and splashed all over Moon like an obnoxious missile. Evidently Bast didn't really care that the medic was injured and prone, because he just started laughing.
[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]