BASTIEN
Eventually the ceremony was over and it was time for the decorations to come down...and after that, Bastien supposed it was time for his life to move on. That idea was so terrifying he almost considered, as he sat listening to whoever else spoke with his eyes glassy and unfocused staring at the wall, never doing it at all. Leaving the Sanctuary as a shrine to Rexanna and spending his days on his knees, singing her praises.
It was very tempting indeed: if he didn't have Azrael, he probably would have done just that. But when Bastien looked over to his child, their child, he knew had to push through it. It was no life, to exist in your mother's shadow; the decorations had to come down.
He couldn't do it alone though. While he was slightly embarrassed about his breakdown during the funeral, he knew he'd have to ask the help of someone who had attended and as people began to file out, he felt himself going to reach for Deimos. Perhaps it was the man's stoicism, his silence and apparent strength in these times...it was comforting, in a way that everyone elses empathetic tears often weren't. As much as he still had to fight down voices inside himself saying Deimos was to blame, he couldn't think of anyone else that seemed strong enough in the moment to help him with his task.
"Deimos -- stay for a while and help me restore the studio? I cannot handle the task alone." He asked, lightly touching the man's elbow as he had gotten up. It was embarrassing to have to ask for this, to have to let his vulnerability show to get it, but there was no other way.
It was very tempting indeed: if he didn't have Azrael, he probably would have done just that. But when Bastien looked over to his child, their child, he knew had to push through it. It was no life, to exist in your mother's shadow; the decorations had to come down.
He couldn't do it alone though. While he was slightly embarrassed about his breakdown during the funeral, he knew he'd have to ask the help of someone who had attended and as people began to file out, he felt himself going to reach for Deimos. Perhaps it was the man's stoicism, his silence and apparent strength in these times...it was comforting, in a way that everyone elses empathetic tears often weren't. As much as he still had to fight down voices inside himself saying Deimos was to blame, he couldn't think of anyone else that seemed strong enough in the moment to help him with his task.
"Deimos -- stay for a while and help me restore the studio? I cannot handle the task alone." He asked, lightly touching the man's elbow as he had gotten up. It was embarrassing to have to ask for this, to have to let his vulnerability show to get it, but there was no other way.
If we should be arrested before we sleep
I'll see you outside in a few days or in a few weeks
I'll see you outside in a few days or in a few weeks
