05-03-2018, 11:49 PM
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Every time he looked at her, he was struck once more by the brilliance of her aura. There was something other-worldly about it, hinting at divinity, and he tended to forget just how bright it was until he looked at her head-on once more. Hell, even when he was awkwardly avoiding her, he could see it shining at the edges of his vision, demanding his attention. It was... strange. Yeah. Bastille didn't know how else to describe it, and he frankly didn't want to put too much thought into it.
She was so... quiet, though. No, that wasn't quite right -- she was bright and bubbly at times, just as cheerful and happy as her aura, and he wouldn't consider her quiet, not exactly. There was just a hesitance there, a slight timidity overshadowing her actions. It was maddening, how curious it made him -- how could she filter through such extremes? Why did she silence herself like she did? It made him suspicious, really, if only because her behavior seemed... telling. As if her past held dark secrets, and something about that made him uncomfortable just thinking about it.
He watched her for a moment as she seemed prepared to shove something several times her weight, and felt almost bad when she startled. He hadn't meant to surprise her, but there wasn't really any way to announce himself without doing just that, he was pretty sure. He looked back at her for a moment before he propped his shoulder up against the doorframe, saying slowly, "Uh, I figured I'd see how you... settled, and shit. Has anyone, uh, shown you around yet?" He didn't really like tours, but he felt obligated to show her some form of kindness after spooking her on the border.
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]