Ask me your questions

"Yes, alone...I have not met another from Venice, or even...Earth...yet." This was his first time saying it out loud, acknowledging that he was for all intents and purposes the last man alive of his culture as far as he would know. The realisation made him frown and for a moment his face was cloudy before he pulled a practised smile back over it. Remi mentioning a chance to find out had him raising an eyebrow, but Bastien did not push anything further. If the other man wanted to join in with his hedonistic plans, he was more than welcome, but these things were always better if they came willingly. The question gave him pause. Taking a flower from it's stem and plucking at the petals between his fingers, he shrugged. "I think I do. Here it is not used to control, as far as I see, and I have a chance to have a union of some kind with a Goddess. She was so beautiful. I have been craving a purpose since I came to this place and I never thought it would be in faith, but..." His eyes starry, Bastien crushed the flower in the determined fist he made. "It will have to be. I have a task better than tossing bottles, finally. You understand?" BASTIEN This tiresome desire to shock and amaze Perhaps I’ll grow out of it one of these days