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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
Bastille's control had never exactly been impeccable. He knew that, inherently, he should have perfect control over them all, should have Grimmkit's complete mastery as all the hosts tended to — but he was an enigma, he supposed; perhaps that was the only reason Grimm was so interested in him. His souls made things a bit complicated, and that meant that his formerly excellent control went to shit the second his elementals emerged. Now, things seemed relatively contained, the turbulence having passed mostly; but there were still days when nothing obeyed him, and so he found himself willing to feel sympathy for Thea.
His gaze tracked her as she disappeared and reappeared on the other end of the Circle, mouth twitching in the slightest hint of amusement. Bast paced towards her, paused when she vanished once more, and very nearly tripped right the fuck over her as she was suddenly directly in front of him. He blinked at her and commented dryly, [b]"Hi, Thea. Maybe you should let someone check that out, before you find yourself in the middle of Typhoon territory."
[ninjad adaksda] His gaze flickered up from the Fireball to Hazel, and he might have sensed her coming if not for how eerily slack their bond had gone in recent days. He looked straight past Thea in favor of staring at Hazel, feeling the flicker of amusement die in his throat, and there was nothing, really, that he could say. Seeing her out of her damn room finally was little reassurance when she looked like that, and he fought down the sudden urge to demand if she was eating or to interrogate her on her sleep. As it was, he only looked at her quietly.
His gaze tracked her as she disappeared and reappeared on the other end of the Circle, mouth twitching in the slightest hint of amusement. Bast paced towards her, paused when she vanished once more, and very nearly tripped right the fuck over her as she was suddenly directly in front of him. He blinked at her and commented dryly, [b]"Hi, Thea. Maybe you should let someone check that out, before you find yourself in the middle of Typhoon territory."
[ninjad adaksda] His gaze flickered up from the Fireball to Hazel, and he might have sensed her coming if not for how eerily slack their bond had gone in recent days. He looked straight past Thea in favor of staring at Hazel, feeling the flicker of amusement die in his throat, and there was nothing, really, that he could say. Seeing her out of her damn room finally was little reassurance when she looked like that, and he fought down the sudden urge to demand if she was eating or to interrogate her on her sleep. As it was, he only looked at her quietly.
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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]