04-23-2018, 10:17 PM
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[div style="background-color: #e3dfdf; width: 305px; border-bottom: 1px solid black; border-left: 1px solid black; border-right: 1px solid black; padding: 10px; line-height: 110%; word-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; margin: auto; color: black; font-family: Georgia; text-size: 6pt"]Bastille hadn't slept in two days. He couldn't sleep, not with the restless, angry energy vibrating through his veins; every time he tried to retreat back to his room and shut out the headaches with sleep, he found himself pacing from wall to wall instead. There was a tension that wouldn't evaporate no matter how many patrols he ran or how fast, and that wasn't even the worst part of it all. No, the worst part was that he couldn't stop seeing Indigo when he closed his eyes. She was always there, waiting, watching, staring at him with those accusatory eyes. Why didn't you save me, Bastille?
He couldn't shake her, and every day since that haunting vision he'd felt Echo's memories growing more and more salient. Someone might say or do something, and suddenly he was entrenched in the stealth-walker's thoughts and memories, if only for brief instances at a time. Bastille had almost stopped noticing them when they happened, waking up from the intrusion with a shake of his head and a scowl. The immediate, intense headaches were the only indicator that made him catch the slip, sometimes.
All of it was only making him more restless, more anxious, more impatient with Starry. He knew that the Seraph was going to double check with Tanglewood soon, knew he wouldn't leave Luna to suffer for any longer than necessary, but Bast wanted him to have gone weeks ago. He wanted the entire fucking Clan to march on that goddamn swamp until they admitted to having Luna and gave her the fuck back. He was going out of his goddamn mind simply guessing and waiting for her to be returned to them, and every minute he spent continuing to wait only seemed to make the tension grow worse.
So, excuse him for being a little bit on edge (read as: a whole fucking lot on edge). The headaches and restlessness were enough to have him particularly moody already, but Indigo was making it all so, so much worse. There had been a brief reprieve from it all for a few days there, after the power out, but now... Now everything seemed amplified. The slightest of issues were setting him off that morning, and already he'd sent another Fireball scurrying in the opposite direction with a glare alone. Bast was making a desperate effort to get the fuck out of camp and onto a patrol when some fucking demon came streaking past him, making the bengal tense up with a growl.
"What the fuck," he hissed, ice blue gaze flickering after the colt briefly before he was scanning the distant border, trying to track the source. His attention was drawn immediately to Suite and Margy's auras, but there was another one there -- unfamiliar. Bright, golden, and seemingly light, but foreign. Normally, Bast might take pity on someone with so pure and good of an aura. He might ask questions before he accused.
This was not normally.
In one moment, the Corporal was taking a step forward, barely outside of the Observatory's walls; the next, he was suddenly just there, standing beside Suite with a narrow look locked on the strange girl. "I really hope that damned colt isn't some poor interpretation of the Trojan Horse," he said, flatly, "Because if it is, that was a really fucking pathetic attempt at invasion." She didn't look like much of a threat, but then again, Bast wasn't going to rule out the possibility at the moment. He simply stared at her, scowling slightly, as if he was deciding whether or not he should interrogate her about what the hell she was doing here. After a moment, however, he simply said idly, "What do you want? And why is that colt bolting around our territory?"
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]