they will shake their heads and wag their fingers
by daybreak we'll be gone
"Mm, I'm not surprised...when I received their blessings for the room across the street, it was before I ascended. I was hosting a party with Ascended guests, but I myself had not yet gone to the Voice, and it was different time. Less serious." Bastien tilted his head from side to side. "Now, with the war looming and with an explicit goal to help Ascended, I doubt you'd get anywhere." Not impossible, but not likely; he could only dream of the kind of orgy needed to get the God's attention at this point.Any praise for his work always had Bastien preening and pleased; with a smile he winked. "Your compliments are more than enough for the time being." Really though, having connections was valuable in of itself.
Nodding as she explained about her partner, adding some darker tones in the background for colour to contrast her pale skin and the white in her hair, Bastien understood what she meant. While he had never been exactly in her position, as artist, mentor, tutor and often lover, he had seen how much more sex could be than a touch and a whisper in the night. "Oh, I know. It takes a strong and emphatic person to do your work; honestly, I find it attractive. I'm not sure why so many shy away from it - but then, I've never understood most people's attitudes about these things."
As she spoke of the war he added in a fleck of something darker in her eyes, the intelligence he could see there as she considered it's effects. "It will touch us all, one way or another. Thank you - my aim with the position is to try and make sure it has as little impact as possible on the people."
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