EDWYN
We read the writing on the wall
Braced each other for the fall
Braced each other for the fall
Despite this messy greeting (artists though it was), Edwyn flashes the other man a wide and bright smile as if nothing at all was amiss. Indeed as Bastien asks his question the writer leans in, listening intently as if being schooled by one of the absolute masters of his craft. And, despite Bastien's illness, he was that.
"Any of them. All of them." Edwyn replies with sudden passion. "For them to taste the paper and touch the colours. To drink it all in with their eyes." Honestly, it was a rather romantic and wondrous notion, to be able to create for so many of the senses at once. "If anyone can do it, it's certainly you." The writer adds, his flattery not false at all.
If ascendeds could blush Edwyn just might have as he beams at Bastien. "And..if I said I wanted to sketch you? Just as you are right now? Would that be alright with you?" It's asked almost shyly, like some novice asking to sit in on a master class of which he has no right to be present for.
"Any of them. All of them." Edwyn replies with sudden passion. "For them to taste the paper and touch the colours. To drink it all in with their eyes." Honestly, it was a rather romantic and wondrous notion, to be able to create for so many of the senses at once. "If anyone can do it, it's certainly you." The writer adds, his flattery not false at all.
If ascendeds could blush Edwyn just might have as he beams at Bastien. "And..if I said I wanted to sketch you? Just as you are right now? Would that be alright with you?" It's asked almost shyly, like some novice asking to sit in on a master class of which he has no right to be present for.
There's only one way off the mountain after all
