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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
Gabe was one of those weird ones who managed to orbit into Bastille's sphere at a time when Bastille was barely in his sphere. He was fairly certain those were some of the days in which he'd been in a relative fog, every thing an idle daze as his souls cluttered his airways and their thoughts bled into his; days when he'd only been able to see the past, creeping over his own vision, making everything that was here and now feel distant. He knew Gabe, vaguely, briefly, but had never actually made a real connection to him even as those around him had, it would seem. He knew Gabe was someone they felt attached to, someone vaguely worthy of mourning the absence of, but that was about it. He was curious about Gabe, really, knowing more of him. Curious about someone who Moon actually seemed to miss.
He came idly ambling up after the lion, pale blue stare flickering first over Lazarus and Moon as they greeted Gabriel before he offered a lazy half-grin. [b]"What, get tired of Pincher's shit? Don't know how you lasted so long over there with that fucker," he drawled, evidently not too fond of the pirate still. He was a jackass, after all, and a relatively shitty enemy at that. Maybe Bast should burn their stupid ship now that Gabe was off it. Well, he'd have to get Cleo and Aita off too, he supposed. Hm.
He came idly ambling up after the lion, pale blue stare flickering first over Lazarus and Moon as they greeted Gabriel before he offered a lazy half-grin. [b]"What, get tired of Pincher's shit? Don't know how you lasted so long over there with that fucker," he drawled, evidently not too fond of the pirate still. He was a jackass, after all, and a relatively shitty enemy at that. Maybe Bast should burn their stupid ship now that Gabe was off it. Well, he'd have to get Cleo and Aita off too, he supposed. Hm.
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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]