Che Sei Nei Cieli [Open]

"No.." Safrin agreed with a delicate shake of her head. From her hand pours a waterfall of golden coins that disappear into star-shine just as they are about to touch the floor. With an aurelian laugh, Safrin shrugged elegantly. "I've not much need for coins either." One of her eyebrows quirked upwards as the man eagerly leaned forward. She could practically feel the enthusiasm wafting off of him and in return she seemed to radiate untold secrets all the more fiercely. Listening thoughtfully, Safrin tapped her long fingers against her cheekbone, tilting her head slightly and causing a nebula of hair to trickle down her shoulder. "Safrin." The goddess interrupted as the man fumbled for a suitable word with which to refer to her. Safrin was the only one out of her ilk who by and large remained one gender. Frey vacillated based on what they plucked from the minds of those they interacted with and Ludo? Well. That was altogether hard to define as it was. For her part though, Safrin preferred the female form, and while she would have been perfectly fine being referred to as a god rather than a goddess, she much preferred to hear her own name ringing on the lips of mortals. "Tease the creativity out of their bones?" Oh how she liked the way that sounded. Tutting slightly, Safrin shook her head and bits of star-shine dusted around her coating the floor in soft luminance. "Darling there is no heaven to speak of here. You are a long way from Venice and from the customs of that world." Standing up, Safrin all but glided towards where Bastien sat, circling around him like some sort of auspicious predator. Her fingers clasped around the muscles of his shoulders and instantly he would feel all tension and any feelings of anxiety or negativity drain away. Rubbing gently, Safrin hummed thoughtfully to herself. "Now if I am to be a patron of yours, perhaps you might be a patron of mine as well, mmm?" Safrin The devil is not as black as he is painted