The Brightest Stars

BASTIEN Bastien smiled brightly as his hand was taken, his advance accepted. Oh, Caiside was just perfect. Exactly what he wanted for his church. If he could populate the place with people so beautiful as this he would be very happy. Pulling Caiside's fingers up to his lips he kissed his knuckles then placed his other hand gently cupping his jaw. "It depends on what you want, cara. I can show you the joys of my kind of worship." He offered, stroking Caiside's thumb with his cheek as he leaned in to stay just an inch or so away from his lips, so that when he spoke Caiside could feel his breath against his lips. "Or are you looking for something else? I should not defile such divine beauty without good reason." you never had time for metaphor, or, rather, you had time to spare for those who used it with care, holy mother star