03-27-2018, 09:50 PM
(Edited 03-27-2018, 10:01 PM by BASTILLEPAW.)
BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags
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"Uh, Luna," he called, shifting about somewhat awkwardly outside her room. He liked her well enough; she was calm, collected, and seemed unfazed whenever his potty mouth or curtness seemed to get out of control. She was probably a great teacher, honestly -- he just didn't feel like dealing with this all today. "Starry told me to test out some mentoring and shit with you. He thinks you should be mine, I guess." Smooth, Bast. Smooth.
[ [member=198]Lunafreya,[/member] ]
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]