Posts by bastilleprisoner

BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS. MARQUESS.

"I'm going crazy, Dahlia," he huffed as he approached, scowling. She may be able to handle the silence with a calm disposition and a silent pledge to get shit going again, but Bast was losing his damn mind. His powers were out of control again, and the quiet of Eden's castle was agitating him even more. Sure, he'd seen signs of life the other day when he accidentally caused a downpour, but it wasn't enough. He needed shit to do.

"Ugh. It's so damned quiet, I can hear myself thinking. Awful," he muttered, and grouchily stuffed some gifts into the first basket.

I THINK I'VE THOUGHT MYSELF TO DEATH!

BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS. MARQUESS.

Oh, motherfucker. It already felt like death around here, what with the dead fucking silence, but the second he saw a closeby aura wink out he knew they had just gotten a little more fucked. Just great. Peachy.

"Damn," he muttered under his breath as he stopped in the doorway, scowling in at the scene before him. Fucking hell. He barely knew her, but it still sucked. He just hoped Talon didn't lose his shit completely.

I THINK I'VE THOUGHT MYSELF TO DEATH!

BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS. MARQUESS.

What a delight. Bastille was feeling just as crazy as Dahlia sounded, to be honest - things were so quiet, their enemies were getting away with their bullshit, and Bast wanted to set shit on fire just to entertain himself at this point. He flopped down with a bit of a melodramatic flare, indicating that he was listening.

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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS. MARQUESS.

When she swung open the door, Bastille had a moment to just stare into her eyes and pretend that they were several months in the past. There was no distance to separate them, no yawning gap of time where they had drifted apart and loss one another. For just a brief moment, he was just Bastillepaw coming to see if Haze wanted to take the horses out for a ride, or go see what Alfred and Bard were up to. Maybe his powers weren't perfectly under control then, but he was, for a brief moment in time, perfectly content in his life. And for a second, he was back there again, capable of forgetting where and who he was.

And then he blinked, and it all came crashing back down on his shoulders.

He wasn't Bastillepaw. Not any more. And she wasn't the same Hazel that had stood in her doorway so many months before, greeting him with smiles or hugs or, occasionally, song (those times were when she didn't hear him knocking, so he had to let himself in). They'd changed, and that change hung between them in an awkward balance - suspended, momentarily, before that moment too was broken by Hazel lunging forward.

As she crashed into him, Bast wound his arms around her tightly and gripped her tightly, the impact of her tackle making him lean back slightly and her feet swing as he lifted her a bit. Burying his face in her hair, he drank in her familiar scent and let out a sigh that he didn't realize he was holding back. They had a lot to talk about, but for the time being he just wanted to hold her. To take solace in the fact that she was here, and she was gripping him back, and at the very least, she didn't hate him for time spent apart. He could breathe easier with that knowledge.

"Fuck. Fuck, princess, I missed you," he muttered, refusing to let her go just yet. He would, he would - he just needed a few more moments (or hours) to hold her tight and imagine that he never had to let go.

I THINK I'VE THOUGHT MYSELF TO DEATH!

BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS. MARQUESS.

All Hazel had to do was walk in his proximity to set him a little more at ease. Sure, she wasn't quite a cure for his distress, but she was pretty fucking good regardless. He got the impression that she had been tip toeing around him lately, trying to figure out how to defuse his bomb before he imploded, but Bast chose to ignore that.

"Not when the silence feels like death," he huffed, because... well. It did. Things were so still, he almost thought everyone had up and died or simply left. He stuck a box of chocolates in a basket, and commented, "God, there's just nothing going on."

I THINK I'VE THOUGHT MYSELF TO DEATH!

BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS. MARQUESS.

"I already delivered baskets out of fucking boredom," he grumbled, even though Madi was still in the process of making those threads, "So skip that shit this week. Save me from my suffering, Dahlia." He was being dramatic, but... he was seriously losing his shit.

I THINK I'VE THOUGHT MYSELF TO DEATH!

BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS. MARQUESS.

Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Bastille felt trapped in place, realizing just a few statements too late that he should have skipped this meeting. Motherfucking fuck. Okay, listen - he liked Eden. He would defend his home with his life, and he would do anything he could to help them, but really? Really? Bast did not want to step up into deputy position again. Last time, he'd felt uncomfortably like he was letting everyone down or at least was about to. He had to bee respectable and controlled and a good person to serve as deputy. Sure, he grudgingly came around to the Marquess position, but there used to be multiple of those so no one looked at him too closely. Dahlia was literally stringing him up on a fucking post, here.

(He probably shouldn't be this distraught about a promotion, but Bast was allergic to responsibility. And being a role model. And... well, a lot of things.)

He couldn't bitch about it, though, so he held his tongue as Dahlia continued on with her rant. Now this? This he could support. He had been wanting to see more action out of Eden since the day he washed up on their border, the angsty little scrap he was. He still remembered Bard's hot-headed calls for war, remembered secret plots in the gardens about the private raids they could launch, just the two of them. Remembered a time when Bast had actually gone, so livid and broken, and burned the Exiles' territory to the ground. (He'd sobbed on Hazel's shoulder later, disgusted with himself and his own lack of control, but in the moment it'd felt so right.)

And they were back to the original rankings he'd first learned. Well, thank fuck for that; Bast didn't care all that much about rank names and little shit like that, but he did prefer the court system theme. It just meshed well.

"Yeah, noted," he finally huffed, settling into his grim state with only his own silent protests. Honestly, Dahlia probably knew him well enough to know he was going to be reluctant to serve as her Grand Prior.

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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS. GRAND PRIOR.

Bastille had pretty much assumed that Dahlia would back up his immediate offer, and it was good that she showed up when she did, because Bast probably didn't actually have any authority to say such a thing. Honestly, he would be fine with her reprimanding for assuming in this case - their goddamn ally was starving, and Bast would personally guide them through their territory if he damn well pleased. It sure as hell wouldn't be harming Eden, after all, and he was bitter to think that there could be kiddos literally withering away in a neighboring camp, suffering in silence.

He probably would have smacked Jaune upside the head, allies be damned, if he tried to turn them down. Bastille was just relieved the guy seemed have the sense to acknowledge that they needed help. He scowled slightly at mention on their queens and elders - that meant the kiddos, too, and if even the most defenseless were starving, that meant it'd been even longer since the warriors had eaten. Ugh. Who was leading them again? Littlestar? Bast might yell at her the next time he saw her, if only to demand to know why she hadn't reached out to someone sooner. That's what allies were for.

(Okay. He was a little on edge, but he thought his salt levels were justified in this case.)

"I'm coming with you," he huffed, leaving no room for argument, "You're going to need the extra help to carry more shit, any way. And I'm telling Littlestar myself that y'all are bringing your asses back here for another trip, because seriously, have you seen the forest around here? We've got enough prey to share, and we're small enough at the moment that we're literally wasting surplus here. What you can do for us is not argue." He paused, then glanced at Dahlia upon realizing he'd pretty much gone on a small rant about what he was going to do. Bast was used to doing shit and asking for permission later, but this time she was actually standing there, watching. He should probably check in first before marching off to HawkClan.

I THINK I'VE THOUGHT MYSELF TO DEATH!

BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS. GRAND PRIOR.

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I THINK I'VE THOUGHT MYSELF TO DEATH!

BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS. MARQUESS.

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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS. GRAND PRIOR.

Signs of life. Amazing. Bastille prowled up beside Hazel, cracks splintering under his paws as he eyed the two lazily. "Yeah, welcome. I'm Bast," he muttered, before frowning slightly, "Politics? Uh, we're justice seekers. We don't really have a side, but I guess it'd be the good one. ScarClan, Exiles, and BloodClan are scumbags."

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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS. GRAND PRIOR.

He was allowed to accept shit now, right? They were allies regardless, so he doubted he'd ever been too limited, but he was actually... like, sanctioned to do this shit now. It was part of his job. How horrifyingly responsible, Jesus. Bast had skimmed the invite, decided it sounded horrible, and sighed before he turned to called, "Yo, Eden - we're going to a speed dating. Thing. With BlizzardClan. Get your asses over there, be friendly and shit, try not to make poor decisions." Use protection.

I THINK I'VE THOUGHT MYSELF TO DEATH!

BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS. GRAND PRIOR.

Originally, Bastille had come to scout. They weren't officially going after the injustice in BloodClan, not yet - even if Dahlia was claiming a new active role against the evils of the world, they hadn't quite launched their plans yet. And Bast wasn't supposed to be going after them, not technically. He hadn't planned to.

But as he stood near the BloodClan border, their scent washed over him again and he felt the scar across his throat burning. Could still feel Jackdaw's heat as the leader held him, defenseless without his powers and with his paws bound. Could still feel the slow burn of his claw digging and slicing through his skin, the choking sensation of gurgling his own goddamn blood. The indifference of the onlookers. The fucking rage in his gut when he woke up in his birth body.

As he stood and it all rush over him again, Bastille felt his powers slipping out of his control again. He never had gotten them back under full control, but this - this is what chaos felt like.

The cracks that had been growing under his paws started to tremble with the oncoming earthquake, and for a brief moment that was all it was - the threat of something. And then everything erupted at once: the earthquake shook the ground violently, and flames shot up from the ground, licking at the edges of the pyramids - they had nothing to burn on but they seemed to shoot across the ground regardless, swallowing the wind that whipped them this way and that. There was lightning flashing overhead, striking occasionally, and the wind made it difficult to walk without being swept back a few steps.

Bast stayed frozen, staring as his powers went haywire, and knew that he was going to pass out soon. He'd be fucking damned if he let these jackasses capture him again, so he made quick work of fucking off; it wouldn't be until he was safely away from their border that he fell unconscious.

[ feel free to have someone chase his ass bc he sort of just passed out somewhere rip + hmu in pm to have his unconscious self briefly captured ]

I THINK I'VE THOUGHT MYSELF TO DEATH!

BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS. GRAND PRIOR.

Bastille wasn't really sure who to hold responsible for this bullshit.

On one hand he wanted to blame Grimm, because that motherfucker was absolutely worthless and thought giving Bast 'trials' was perfectly fucking acceptable. His life had been peaceful for a little bit, okay? He'd been perfectly in control of himself, Hazel had been back, he wasn't quite so bitter with the world. Everything was fine and fucking dandy. And then Grimm threw a goddamn tornado into the mess.

"When you're worthy," his ass. Bastille had mastered his powers already, goddamnit, and he had already struggled through not being able to control them - it wasn't fucking fair for Grimm to rip that control out of his paws with all of his "worthiness" bullshit.

On the other hand he kind of had to blame himself. He knew he was a short-fuse, particularly when his powers refused to obey him. He'd fucking told Dahlia he wasn't cut out to serve as her deputy, and here he was: fuckin' proving it. Maybe now she'd believe him. Either way, he was going to be fucking pissed when he woke up.

Which probably wouldn't be for a while.

I THINK I'VE THOUGHT MYSELF TO DEATH!