With your big heart, you praise God above, but how's it working out for you, honey?
Conservations about leadership, war, the Ascended and the Order had all been far too frequent in the last weeks; Bastien had had to force himself to stay focused and not have his mind wander to Azrael. They were still so young, so inexperienced and stepping out into a world that was growing increasingly hostile to them and who they were. He didn't want to cut their wings, couldn't anyway - but he could not shrug off the fatherly urge to hold them close.
Perhaps a warning, at least, would be enough to calm his nerves for now. He sent a letter to the last address he'd known they were at and waited in the Artist's Sanctuary every evening since, sitting on the couch with a bottle of wine (habitual, still after all these years of barely tasting it) and a sketchbook.
Finally one night there came the footsteps that Bastien immediately knew belonged to his child; he would know them anywhere. Standing, he rushed to the door and seeing Azrael, went to grasp them tight and lift them up, squeezing and swaying. "My little love. I am so happy to see you alright. Thank you for coming to see your cautious father."
Perhaps a warning, at least, would be enough to calm his nerves for now. He sent a letter to the last address he'd known they were at and waited in the Artist's Sanctuary every evening since, sitting on the couch with a bottle of wine (habitual, still after all these years of barely tasting it) and a sketchbook.
Finally one night there came the footsteps that Bastien immediately knew belonged to his child; he would know them anywhere. Standing, he rushed to the door and seeing Azrael, went to grasp them tight and lift them up, squeezing and swaying. "My little love. I am so happy to see you alright. Thank you for coming to see your cautious father."
Do you feel loved?
Bastien
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