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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS

BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES

Bastille was not by any means a good leader, per se. He hated his job and all forms of authority, lacked the basic fucks to give, and generally could be a little impulsive himself when he really got himself worked up over those who mattered to him (namely, his people); he'd pointedly said as much, several times, and would stand by his sentiments that this whole damn place was going to burn down at his paws one day. So, sure: he made a lot of mistakes. He did fairly stupid shit sometimes, even if he meant mostly well by it. Sometimes he looked at a pair of kittens in the middle of his territory and decided that they were perfectly good bargaining chips, as long as no one harmed them and they got home safely (because he wasn't a monster). Naturally, he remembered that particular flaw in judgment as one of his worst ones yet; but even beyond that, it would be hard to forget those two little spitfires after spending a week locked up with them.

[b]"Hey, squirt," he drawled, evidently not at all bothered by the saltiness of Typhoon scent in the air once he identified the aura and voice, stopping idly beside Moon to eye her (for not all the changes about "her" had yet to register with him fully, and Bast recognized Aita, not Silus) with open amusement. She had some nerve, he supposed, waltzing back into their territory, but then again she clearly knew that no one here was going to hurt her if they hadn't before. "To what do I owe the displeasure of being harassed by you again?" he teased, his complete disregard for her enemy status completely countering Moon's sass. Oops.

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