05-02-2018, 12:06 AM
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the ascendants — kuiper corporal — tags
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[ retro a little bit to just before luna is returned / aka like the day after hazel joined oof ]
Bastille felt vaguely guilty. He didn't usually care about others, and cared even less about what they thought of him; Bast could not give less of a fuck, actually. But he was not a mean-spirited person. He wasn't interested in scaring those who didn't deserve it, and he wasn't one to target those who he knew could not handle it. He teased friends, those who could withstand teasing, and people he did not like. He didn't tease someone who clearly did not realize he was teasing, or didn't have the disposition for it. Just as he hadn't actually intended to upset Hazel, or startled her, or give her poor impressions of Ascendants. He'd realized very quickly that there was something very timid about the girl, something that constricted that radiant aura. And he couldn't shake this guilty feeling that kept convincing him to apologize.
Gods, it was almost as if Frenchpaw was still with him, instructing him in that straight-forward fashion on how to be a gentleman and polite and how to walk properly and this and that. Perhaps his mother was haunting him somehow, shaming him into acting like a respectable person and going to try to be nice to Hazel. Whatever. He would just... try that. Or something.
It seemed that she had a habit of leaving her door open, so by the time he reached her room he could already sense her proximity and had the dreadful realization that there was no going back now. Swallowing back a sigh, he took an idle step into the doorway, glancing about with vague curiosity to see what she had done so far before saying awkwardly, "Uh, hi." Smooth. Eloquent. So suave, Bast.
[member=500]★ HAZEL[/member]
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]