dancing all alone in the morning light / open, weekly task

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the ascendants — kuiper corporal — tags

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Bastille, of course, remembered that one of Margy's only requests was to make a garden. He was still working on the first request, though he had only vaguely referenced it to Starry. For the most part, his plan was to just start putting together plans for the outer bunker and see if Starry noticed or cared. He was so used to living on his own, that his general inclination was to just do shit and ask for forgiveness later if something went amiss. (What was the worst Starry would do to him? Demote him? Oh, say it weren't so. Wouldn't that be just tragic. Bastille was clearly really fucking broken up about the possibility.)

As it were, he wasn't sure how any one else knew that, unless Margy had been sharing her passion with others. Clearly, she and Suite had some sort of flirtatious dancing happening, but all it did was make Bastille more suspicious. Neither of the two had exactly been all bright and perky when they first arrived on the border; now, they shared a casual and instant chemistry. They looked happiest near one another. It was interesting. Obviously, they had similar backgrounds and arrived close together in a similar fashion. But why travel separately? Why masquerade as strangers?

Bastille seriously doubted that there was any malicious plot at hand, if they did know one another. Their auras were good ones. He trusted them, readily enough, which was a rare thing. So what the fuck was up with the two of them?

Pushing his questions aside, the bengal ambled after Suite with a yawn, his agitation having dimmed a bit today. He felt too exhausted by lack of sleep to feel restless and twitchy, but he had a feeling the energy would be back soon enough. Most likely another sleepless night. "Yo," he muttered, gaze flickering briefly between Suite and Margy before he nodded to Luna.