03-22-2018, 03:31 PM
BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags
[div style="background-color: #e3dfdf; border: 1px black solid; width: 500px; line-height: 110%; word-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; margin-top: -1px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; color: black; padding: 10px; text-size: 10px"]Lucky for this guy that he didn't start setting shit on fire. Bastille wasn't a big fan of all the damn flowers, but still -- he had grown to feel that this place was more or less his home, at least for now. Starry was an overexcitable maniac, way too peaceful for his own good, but... well, at least he was a good guy. He was trying, for fuck's sake, and that was good enough for Bast to declare his loyalty. He'd rather have a genuinely caring leader with a personality he hated than a lazy dickbag with a personality more akin to Bast's liking. Or so that was how he justified his decision to stick around.
Anyway, Starry would probably have a heartattack if the flowers went up in flames, and Bastille would be irritated. Stupid as the field was, some of these were useful healing herbs, and besides -- this was their damn territory. No one should be fucking with it.
The silver bengal approached the strange aura at a lazy pace, ice blue stare flickering over the guy with little interest. "You're on Ascendants territory," he supplied, arching a brow. He got the vague impression that this guy didn't really give a fuck about trespassing. "What do you want?"
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]