BASTIEN
Bastien had once stood before his parents and made the same plea, though the circumstances had been different; he'd been 13, not 1 (or 16?), had wanted to go and start a career as a performer, had a poor relationship with his father, who had delivered him a simple life in the gardens. He could not, in good conscious, give Azrael the same disapproving glare he had been given, though it was hard to hide the pulling of his heart that drew down the corners of his mouth.
Without Rex, without Azrael, he really would be alone. Just him and Pittore, the sad artist and his paintings. Bastien knew that Azrael's life was not for his benefit, though; he nodded, forcing a smile onto his face.
"I see. Well, I cannot stop you, Azrael, and I would in fact encourage you to go...but can you make your father some promises?" Bastien stepped forward and placed a hand on his childs arm, looking them in the eyes - Rex's eyes. "Come back once a season to visit your father. I will worry about you. Be careful, don't do anything ridiculous...and don't let conflicts between Gods ruin anything you find with people."
Without Rex, without Azrael, he really would be alone. Just him and Pittore, the sad artist and his paintings. Bastien knew that Azrael's life was not for his benefit, though; he nodded, forcing a smile onto his face.
"I see. Well, I cannot stop you, Azrael, and I would in fact encourage you to go...but can you make your father some promises?" Bastien stepped forward and placed a hand on his childs arm, looking them in the eyes - Rex's eyes. "Come back once a season to visit your father. I will worry about you. Be careful, don't do anything ridiculous...and don't let conflicts between Gods ruin anything you find with people."
Still my heart is heavy
With the hate of some other man's beliefs
With the hate of some other man's beliefs
