Che Sei Nei Cieli [Open]

"Now sugar—" Her voice was both melodic and resonant as it breezed through the temple. Despite the warm rush of daylight sprinkling through the windows, the atmosphere grew dim as if twilight had just fallen. Safrin always did prefer the night. Appearing as if through some unseen cosmic curtain before Bastien, the goddess leaned sensually against the shrine gazing down upon him with eyes like swirling galaxies in a dress made of stars and dark matter. Her painted lips turned upwards as a smile radiated across her features making her seem both ethereally beautiful and divinely perfect. "I appreciate the sentiment darling, but gifts of rotting flesh and vegetables seems a bit short sighted to offer a being who has no need of such sustenance, no?" But he was an accepted, and artist and a man, and for that Safrin would overlook this folly. Slinking down the few steps that separated the two, tinkling laughter flowing from her parted lips as she did so. "Stand dear-one. No need to be on your knees yet." With a flourish orbs of moonlight floated around them as two cream coloured pedestals appeared behind for them to sit on. Seating herself and crossing her legs, the goddess leaned forward, her celestial gaze wavering over the man with unconscionable slowness. "This world certainly is lacking in flair." Safrin agreed, with a stern nod. Then again .. it was a price they had to pay. "Tell me Bastien—" His name like a whispered word from her lips, "—what do you propose to do about it?" Safrin The devil is not as black as he is painted