05-05-2018, 07:08 PM
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Bastille didn't really like her gaze on him. He honestly wasn't even sure what it was about it exactly that made him so uneasy, but it was... there. Every time she looked straight at him, he felt this weird pressure to be good, to be kinder. It was almost as if the molten gold of her aura, her soul, and her eyes had a compelling effect, demanding the utmost best behavior in their presence. He knew there were the faintest traces of divinity clinging to her, and not for the first time he wondered if that was it. He knew there wasn't exactly a goddess of good behavior, but maybe there were forces out there that liked to shame rotten souls like his own into behaving, and maybe they were somehow connected to Hazel.
Unlikely. Bast watched her as she spoke, gaze only wondering occasionally to study the changes she was making to her room, and he noticed when she went to speak and then didn't. He wondered what made her stop, what she had wanted to say, but he swallowed his questions. She was already speaking again anyway, her voice tinged with that same honey-warm-sunshine. He realized what she was talking about almost immediately: the ruins, one of his favorite places to stop and train or rest or just hide from the rest of the Ascendants when his head was killing him.
"The ruins," he supplied, well aware that there was nothing else she could be talking about. He wondered if she would still be interested in a bunch of crumbling buildings or not; he liked them and their history, and he got the impressions that she might, too, but who knows. "I can, um, show you them and around a bit, if you want."
He looked a little awkward offering it. As a general rule, if there was someone else there who could do it, Bast did not offer tours. When they were smaller and it was just him and Starry, he'd done it for lack of anyone else to take it up; now that they were larger and had plenty of happy, nice people to greet newcomers, he'd managed to avoid playing host. Hazel was unlikely to pick up on the fact that this was a rare gesture, however, and somehow her not knowing made him feel a little less awkward about it. Only slightly, though.
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]