and they fell from the heavens // joining, open

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the ascendants — kuiper corporal — tags

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Bastille barely slept, recently. At times he would suddenly crash in the middle of the day and retreat back into his room to thankfully, blessedly, get some sleep -- but otherwise, he was running low on it and often could not fall asleep at night. There was too much energy pent up in his veins, too much anger and tension, not to mention the goddamn headaches that had been plaguing him for a month or so now. So, he usually defaulted to patrolling at night, idly wandering the border for lack of ability to just sit in his damn room all night. Sometimes he read, but it was difficult for him to sit still these days. He was convinced that he could only be entirely content when he was moving, and that didn't even really mean much.

So, he was out patrolling when the stars fell. He didn't really pay them close attention -- he was not the type to wish upon a star and hope his life suddenly stopped sucking. Bastille didn't really have beliefs in higher existence, or luck, or wishes. What did catch his attention, however, were the sudden auras that appeared on their border, seemingly out of no where. Scowling slightly, the bengal headed in their direction, his gaze sweeping over the twins as he arrived. Glittery, these two. Their auras were... interesting. Old, somehow, and brighter than usual. Bast squinted slightly at them, and drawled idly, "Uh, you're on Ascendants territory. Did you need something, or...?"