My dear little broccolis πππ
π So remember that this pic is RATED M, and it is not only for the sexy times. Some dark moments will be approached in this story, and they can trigger some people. This is a fair warning to remind you that this story sets place in a dark world, which means it is bound to mountains dark themes.
Love, Mina πππ
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Chapter 50: The Life Of Bastille (1,3K)
π FIRST OF ALL, my thoughts go to everyone across the world. This is a difficult time for us all, and I hope none of you or your closed ones is affected. I am not a doctor, nor a politician but don't fall into panic and just respect the security measures. Be as clean, if not cleaner than usual. Eat healthy. And look after yourself and your loved ones. Stay indoors as much as possible, until we can do something about this terrible disease that is striking us all. Those are the times to look for one another and not be selfish. I know this sounds corny, but after seeing people buying 15 packs of toilet rolls and fighting for yet another, I just feel that we're missing out on what really matters. This virus doesn't discriminate and doesn't tire. We should fight against it, not against our peers for an extra pack of toilet rolls ...
π So, I know this is a very short chapter, but I also know that many of you wanted this chapter. All I have to say is, pay real attention to how people are attached to other people since there are no names in this chapter.
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Bastille's PoV
Bastille was lazily laying on the roof, taking in the sun and feeling himself drift to sleep when a drop of water unruly made his way on his fur. He snapped his eyes open, jumping on his paws, before lifting his head up and glaring at the sky with its greying clouds. He tried to see if he could risk staying longer, but the odour of the air convinced him that it would be a wise decision to go back inside.
Just a few moments after he had slipped inside, he watched the heavy rain fall down through a window, glaring at the water that disturbed his sleep. To think he could still be enjoying the sun. With nonchalance, he stuck his tongue out and cleaned himself, wondering where his human could be.
He knew that he was lucky. When he was born, his mother had told him and his siblings of the human she used to be with before ending up in a shelter, which was why he always behaved. She had told them that her human would throw shoes at her and that he would never let her out, while Bastille could come and go out of the place as he pleased. Sure there wasn't much to explore since they lived so far up in the sky, but still, he wasn't trapped in a place.
His human was actually nice, even though Bastille liked better his human's human. She took better care of him. Not that his human ever kicked him, or refused to feed him, but the female human always petted him without Bastille having to ask for it, which his human never did. Bastille always had to remind him that he should be scratched and caressed, but he took it as his human simply being slow.
Still, he liked his human. As he said, he was nice. He even praised his first kill, which his human's human did not appreciate. Bastille had come accustomed to his human sometimes coming home smelling of fresh blood. So, one day, Bastille went to the nest he had been spying on for a few days and killed the bird. He proudly brought his kill to his human, making the female jump on the couch and screech, irritating Bastille's delicate ears. His human laughed at the female, and tapped Bastille's head, congratulating him on his kill, and letting him eat the bird in peace.
There was also the one time his human brought him to the butcher. The place smelled like death and despair. There were many animals there, dogs, guinea pigs, and even stupid fish, and the human in charge of the place touched Bastille all over the place. At some point, the human in white asked if he should cut Bastille, to which his human refused, so Bastille was grateful. He wasn't sure what it meant, but he knew it was bad news.
He turned his head when he heard noises behind the front door. He knew it was his human, he could smell him, so he happily went to the door, and purred when his human briefly caressed his head. The human was definitely slow, always thinking that a quick pet was enough. Still, Bastille followed his human upstairs, wondering if his human's human was on her way for them to mate. His human smelt of this special scent he would have when he was about to mate with the female human.
In all honesty, it wouldn't surprise Bastille if the humans mated, they liked to do that a lot, though Bastille never understood why they almost always did it out of order. When he was still at the shelter, he saw a couple of dogs and rabbits going at it, and the humans did not always follow the normal pattern. Sometimes, they would go as far as cleaning each other, while mating. How many times did he see his human lick the female before mating with her β¦ out of order? But Bastille didn't think much of it, they were humans, there were not much to be expected of them.
He jumped on the bed, taking his place in the middle of it, and sat while watching his human pull a bag from the closet, which annoyed him. According to this bag, his human was leaving for a long trip. When his human left for only a day or two, he used a smaller bag. But the bigger bag meant a long trip, and so it meant for Bastille that the other female human would come.
He had to admit that she smelt nice, but he didn't like that she would come snooping around when his human wasn't here, to begin with. She even called out for him several times, probably thinking that he was some stupid dog that immediately ran to people when he was summoned. But if he could give one quality to this female human, was that she had the common sense to always leave him food and water, and even clean his litter. Bastille was a very clean cat who liked his litter taken care of daily. So he appreciated that this female human (though an intruder), cleaned his litter, unlike the other human who came once when his human wasn't here.
It was shortly after his human left for a very very long period, and Bastille straight up did not like that human. The human came upstairs, in his human's bedroom, looking through his human's stuff! At least the female intruder had the decency to always stay downstairs. The only thing that stopped Bastille from scratching that nasty human's face, was that he smelled like his human's human. This human clearly did not know where his place was, unlike the female intruder, because he didn't even leave Bastille food, or clean his litter.
The two intruders came back a few times while Bastille's human was here, but Bastille always avoided them. He did not want to scratch them for being phoney, and to end up at the shelter. Especially since they never mentioned the fact that they came into his human's place while he wasn't there.
His human was talking at the phone, his bag full, and a smile on his face, but Bastille did not care much for that. His human always smiled when he was talking to his own human, so it meant she would probably come before he left. Bastille hoped so, like that, there would be no intruders. He jumped out of the bed, and followed his human downstairs, rubbing his leg when the human sat on the couch, and asking to be petted. His human lifted him up, and scratched him in his favourite place, just behind the ear, and so Bastille slowly caught up on the sleep he had been interrupted of earlier.
He was awakened a few moments later by his human lifting him to put him on the couch, and Bastille glared at the indecent human. Twice in one day, his precious sleep had been interrupted by unimportant things. Whatever his human wanted to do, he could have waited for him to finish sleeping. He watched the human take his bag and leave through the front door.
He waited a few moments to see if he would come back, but when his human didn't, he made his way back upstairs, his head high and he snuggled in the middle of his human's pillow. This was his favourite place in the whole place because it smelt of a mix of his human, and his human's human.
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πYour thoughts and opinions are always welcomedπ
~ Anyway, question time:
πSo I am curious about how you feel about this chapter, because, don't deny it, we all love some Bastille. And I know that this chapter might seem filler, but if you pay attention, you understand why it isn't.
π What do you think of Bastille's thoughts concerning Christian and Ana? Especially when they do 'things out of order'?
π What do you think of Bastille's feelings toward the intruders?
π What do you think will happen next?
πWhat was your favourite part??
Anyway, E L James owns the names of the characters from the Fifty Shades franchise, everything else is mine.
Love, Minaπππ
