06-07-2018, 01:31 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
Bastille was finding it easier and easier to get Octavia to himself. It seemed that the filly had gotten used to him showing up in the early morning, when he knew the odds of Hazel being around were low, and she was often waiting for him outside the bunker when he stepped out of the Observatory. In the past it was a damn mission to find her sans Arion, but at this point they had a routine. They’d patrol in the morning, just the two of them, and he’d take her to the flower fields or the ruins afterwards with a book. It was... nice. He’d fallen away from her for a while there, in the days following Starry’s death, and the longer he avoided Hazel the harder it got to find Octavia on her own. He had missed her, and her willingness to pass up on Arion to hang out with Bastille in the mornings made him believe that she had missed him, too.
Of course, it was impossible to avoid Arion entirely. When the colt wasn’t with Hazel, it seemed that he was following Octavia around, vying for her attention. Half the time when they were at the ruins in the morning, the colt would make an appearance and come to play. Usually whenever Bast found Octavia in the afternoon or at night, Arion was there. At first he’d been irritated, convinced that Hazel would come looking for the colt eventually and he’d be forced to talk to her, but it never seemed to happen. And Octavia was happy to spend time with the colt, too.
So, Bastille had gotten used to the Thoroughbred. His protective inclination towards O had made him distrust the colt originally, but alas, Arion seemed relatively harmless. And besides — half the time Octavia sent the colt running all on her own. She was a sassy little thing, his filly, and it made him grin in amusement every time. At some point he’d stopped being bothered by the colt, and even adapted to his presence as he got more familiar with his... quirks. Such as how he would, at times, take off in one direction, dash around the flower fields, and come skidding back over to Bast and Octavia with little notice.
”Yes, Arion, very impressive,” he drawled, vaguely amused as the colt did just that. Octavia didn’t so much as acknowledge his little... run, continuing to inspect her flowers delicately. Arion snorted at her, and Bast arched a brow. ”Sorry, bud. I don’t think she’s very interested in your talents.”
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSOf course, it was impossible to avoid Arion entirely. When the colt wasn’t with Hazel, it seemed that he was following Octavia around, vying for her attention. Half the time when they were at the ruins in the morning, the colt would make an appearance and come to play. Usually whenever Bast found Octavia in the afternoon or at night, Arion was there. At first he’d been irritated, convinced that Hazel would come looking for the colt eventually and he’d be forced to talk to her, but it never seemed to happen. And Octavia was happy to spend time with the colt, too.
So, Bastille had gotten used to the Thoroughbred. His protective inclination towards O had made him distrust the colt originally, but alas, Arion seemed relatively harmless. And besides — half the time Octavia sent the colt running all on her own. She was a sassy little thing, his filly, and it made him grin in amusement every time. At some point he’d stopped being bothered by the colt, and even adapted to his presence as he got more familiar with his... quirks. Such as how he would, at times, take off in one direction, dash around the flower fields, and come skidding back over to Bast and Octavia with little notice.
”Yes, Arion, very impressive,” he drawled, vaguely amused as the colt did just that. Octavia didn’t so much as acknowledge his little... run, continuing to inspect her flowers delicately. Arion snorted at her, and Bast arched a brow. ”Sorry, bud. I don’t think she’s very interested in your talents.”
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]
