Che Sei Nei Cieli [Open]

The sensation on his lips was close enough to a kiss for Bastien to flush and grin, the compliment making it all the better. As Safrin faded away he bought his fingers up to touch his lip, the feeling still lingering. Then he moved down to the pendant again - he knew that this meeting had somehow, irrevocably changed him, could feel it in his bones. He stood and walked home in a haze he stayed in for the rest of the day, beginning to sketch at the last hours of the night. He drew Safrin, he drew himself, he drew them both together and the meeting they had had. Carefully, on the back, he wrote in flowing handwriting: 'The Making of a Contract'. BASTIEN This tiresome desire to shock and amaze Perhaps I’ll grow out of it one of these days