05-12-2018, 11:51 AM
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In a strange role reversal, Suite was the one on edge and Bastille was the one feeling vaguely sociable. What a wonder the sudden lack of headaches, insomnia, and freak accidents could have on his personality; without something to be bitter or irritated by, Bast was back to being his usual relaxed, apathetic self. He was actually smirking in amusement once more at things, or giving a genuine smile -- that in and of itself said that he was feeling better, though he had yet to give an explanation of why. (Not that there would be one, frankly. Bastille felt no remorse, and until he did, that shit was staying quiet.)
As he came to a stop beside Suite, he sent her a quick sideways glance before studying their newcomer. Missing memories, eh? Interesting. Not one of his clients, so the name truly wasn't familiar to him. "Well, we haven't met you before, but maybe the memories will start to come back on their own," he supplied in an idle drawl, "You can stay with us while you sort shit out, I guess. This is Ascendants territory."
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]