04-30-2018, 11:27 PM
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Bastille didn't really pursue much conversation with Maes, evidently content to leave it at that vaguely hospital exchange. Instead he watched as Mirabella (one of their other newcomers) fussed over him, vaguely entertained, before his attention was drifting to Hazel. He wasn't sure why she usually claimed his attention -- it was either her bright as fuck aura or the lingering guilt for startling someone so skittish to begin with. Maybe he was just curious, honestly; she was so timid for someone with an aura like that, and at times some of that radiant happiness would shine out. It was... odd. It gave Bastille troubling suspicions about her past, and he was only going to hate himself more if it turned out he'd spooked a fucking victim. Like, for fuck's sake.
His steady stare shifted from her to Suite as she arrived, however, and he could sense that morose mood still clinging to her. Seriously, what was with her and Margy? They acted like relatively minor physical changes were the end of the goddamn world and everyone would suddenly start hating them. Bast sort of wanted to tell them to stop being so melodramatic, but that seemed rude, so he didn't. Instead he simply glanced from her back to Hazel and eventually reverted his attention to Maes.
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]