UNRAVEL ME && internal conflict/confrontation.

[BASTILLEPAW]

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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS

BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES

Bastille was certainly not one to judge others for losing control of theirselves, which was perhaps the only reason why he wasn't feeling compelled to rip into Oni for his blatant disregard for any form of authority. Sure, he was also bound by general familial loyalty and the conscious acknowledgement that he wouldn't really hurt his pseudo younger brother, but more importantly he wasn't angry. He understood. He was able to recognize the shift in Oni's aura back there, to see that there was something off. To recognize the sense of anger and frustration that followed the Fireball. That was something he could get very easily, and he couldn't be mad at him in the face of something familiar. It was just a matter of proving to the little shit that he could rely on him.

[b]"Hey," he greeted as he ducked into the Cleric's hide, gaze sliding over Oni briefly. Bast hadn't been far, waiting for him to wake up, and now he checked to make sure he wasn't distressed. He could get his pseudo-healers later. "I'm here. How you feeling, hot shot?" he drawled, arching a brow at him. He wasn't very impressed with his antics, clearly, but there wasn't much judgment.

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