08-30-2018, 09:15 PM
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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
Bastille supposed that there was some divine comedy here, with Feyre looking up at her own pendant and trying to summon herself from it. He could have told her it wasn’t going to work, probably, but at the same time he knew she’d ask why and he had little interest in lying to her outright (though he would if he had to). [b]”Seems like your spell is a bit off,” he drawled, smirking slightly as he stopped beside Oni and regarded Fey.
[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]