Tyrants help build us

Bastien

How you lost your mind,
and your wrists got bruised

"Wonderful. It will be a moment of brevity in what is becoming a very miserable time." He'd been considering a party, but it felt uncomfortable when they didn't know who of their friends was planning their demise with the Old Gods; as much as he hated to be insular, secretive...maybe it was best to spend time with his fellow Ascended only for the time being.

The plan was set for the meeting, which he hoped would produce something positive for them all. "Maybe so...still, I find it sad we cannot hope to connect while simply as we are. I suppose it is just one of the flaws of humans." Bastien sighed; he'd often spent time thinking about this in Venice, when all sorts of pathetic reasons kept people from each other. Perhaps this time, he could actually make a difference.

{FIN}

And you wanted better love,
well it's sleeping in your bedroom