04-27-2018, 08:39 PM
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Bastille had no special relationship to music. There were some groups that he'd -- no, Echo'd visited that seemed to have a penchant for singing their stories, but those memories didn't really seem to come to mind unbidden at the notion of singing. Overall, Bast was basically indifferent to the practice. It didn't move him, nor did it bother him. It was just... there. Background noise on top of everything else.
Nevertheless, Eternal was singing instead of screaming like normal, which was much more tolerable to his headache. Bastille figured he may as well join them, seeing how Luna was at least nearby, and headed over a bit grudgingly. He didn't dislike Eternal, per se -- he just didn't like much of anybody just then. His mood was shit and his head killing him. Content to just settle down beside Suite with a lazy nod in greeting, the corporal let the others do the chatting.
Bastille had no special relationship to music. There were some groups that he'd -- no, Echo'd visited that seemed to have a penchant for singing their stories, but those memories didn't really seem to come to mind unbidden at the notion of singing. Overall, Bast was basically indifferent to the practice. It didn't move him, nor did it bother him. It was just... there. Background noise on top of everything else.
Nevertheless, Eternal was singing instead of screaming like normal, which was much more tolerable to his headache. Bastille figured he may as well join them, seeing how Luna was at least nearby, and headed over a bit grudgingly. He didn't dislike Eternal, per se -- he just didn't like much of anybody just then. His mood was shit and his head killing him. Content to just settle down beside Suite with a lazy nod in greeting, the corporal let the others do the chatting.
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]