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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
The call of death pulled at him idly, latched onto his heels and gnawed away until he finally found himself on the border, stepping towards them as if coming out of a dream. The shock and pain and numbness, a flurry of emotions; it washed over him in quiet waves, lapping at his insides, tried to fool the boy into thinking they were his own, but Bastille caught himself and remembered to shut down the empathy as he stared at the foreign body, the sticky, golden blood. He felt transfixed, locked in place looking at her, but the second he tuned the others' emotions out he realized it was not he who was frozen in place — Moon.
Bastille's gaze snapped up, stare frosty as it raked over Moon, and he scowled. His aura was fucked, his emotions clearly rocked, and he looked between the lion and Feyre before he exhaled, noisily. [b]"We need to get that looked at," he said, voice tight with displeasure as he eyed the cut down his cheek. The insistent voice telling him that everyone was dying and would continue to do so murmured down his spine and he ignored it, casting a disdainful look at their new corpse. "We'll burn it." It. Worthless, nothing, no longer anything more that an object to him, having dropped to such a status by attacking his people. Bastille did not honor the dead who did not deserve it.
Bastille's gaze snapped up, stare frosty as it raked over Moon, and he scowled. His aura was fucked, his emotions clearly rocked, and he looked between the lion and Feyre before he exhaled, noisily. [b]"We need to get that looked at," he said, voice tight with displeasure as he eyed the cut down his cheek. The insistent voice telling him that everyone was dying and would continue to do so murmured down his spine and he ignored it, casting a disdainful look at their new corpse. "We'll burn it." It. Worthless, nothing, no longer anything more that an object to him, having dropped to such a status by attacking his people. Bastille did not honor the dead who did not deserve it.
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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]