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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
Whereas Oni might be expectant, Moon vaguely wary, and Peri gentle, Bastille came with a fresh wave of apathy to finish off their little collection of odds-and-ends greeters. He was entirely unconcerned with the lion's size or apparently experience and age, his casual pace neither faltering nor picking up in any degree as he drew closer to them. His pale blue stare slid over the stranger briefly — taking note of only details that seemed important — before he stopped beside his Fireball and drawled idly, [b]"Welcome, then. We can either give you a tour, or show you to empty rooms and let you figure it out on your own." There was a pause, as he seemed to remember his manners, "I'm Bast, by the way. Nice to meet you and shit."
[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]