03-23-2018, 12:02 AM
(Edited 03-23-2018, 12:02 AM by BASTILLEPAW.)
BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags
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Bastille looked back at him evenly, and said in perfect seriousness, "Yes, actually. We require our newcomers to show us their best dance move before they're granted entry." There was silence after that, as he took in the foreigner's name, and offered no indication to tell if he was joking or not. (He was, of course. Bast did have a sense of humor in there, once he warmed up to people, and at this point he felt relatively comfortable in his new home.) "I'm Bastille," he supplied, exchanging information in response.
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]