04-04-2018, 11:40 AM
BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags
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At the stranger - Roy's - assertion that they convince him, Bastille snorted. "What, you expect us to give you a sales pitch and beg you to join?" he asked dryly, arching a brow, "Maybe you should tell us why we'd want you to join. It's not like we know who you are, either, or that you'd be a reliable member." And it wasn't like they needed this guy, so it would be no loss if he and his cocky self fucked right off. Bast didn't say that, though -- mostly for Starry's sake.
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]