Bastien smiled as Beatrix 'decided' she was going to take a nap and laid down. It wasn't quite what he had expected, but it would work. As she drifted off he gently leaned forward to scoop her up in his arms and hold her to his chest, walking swiftly out of the cave.
"You know, Safrin-" He mumbled, looking up towards the sky. "It seems you have quite the dedicated little disciple here. You should not let my contact with her taint her potential. I still think a church with your name could be beautiful. Stars are very aesthetically pleasing." Because clearly, that was the main point of a place of worship: to look good.
He walked towards the town, making sure Beatrix was comfortable in his arms. As much as he did not care for the company of children, his heart did soften a little bit at the sight of her sleeping face, even with the stinging on his head. Perhaps he had once been so cheeky.
"You know, Safrin-" He mumbled, looking up towards the sky. "It seems you have quite the dedicated little disciple here. You should not let my contact with her taint her potential. I still think a church with your name could be beautiful. Stars are very aesthetically pleasing." Because clearly, that was the main point of a place of worship: to look good.
He walked towards the town, making sure Beatrix was comfortable in his arms. As much as he did not care for the company of children, his heart did soften a little bit at the sight of her sleeping face, even with the stinging on his head. Perhaps he had once been so cheeky.
Bastien
With a flash of the ankle, snarl of the lip
I see you in the street and gasp
Cause only Anarchists are pretty
I see you in the street and gasp
Cause only Anarchists are pretty
