04-01-2018, 12:56 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"]Bastille had been born with complete control of his powers, courtesy of Grimmkit; he had never known what it meant to struggle with them. Of course, he’d had a lot of struggling with his souls to make up for it — juggling the souls of three dead assholes was kind of a fucking hassle. Especially when they decided to be vocal and try to dictate his life.
That being said, ever since he’d passed out, his invisibility had been kicking in at random. Bastille hadn’t noticed yet. As it were, the Fireball was suddenly just there beside Starry, flickering abruptly into view as he eyed the others with a slight scowl. [b]”What’s going on?”
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]