Lost Potential

Bastien That old celestial circus With teeth and fingernails I'll carve a place, you'll see. It took every bit of self control he had not to roll his eyes or sigh as yet again one sentence from him brought forth a barrage of criticism from Safrin. Did she have no sense of humour? No joie de vivre? Why could she not shrug and let the whole church thing go? It wasn't like it had been a big deal or anything. "Hm, well. I have ways to make time pass quicker. " He mentioned but didn't elaborate about what those were. Even Bastien was sensible enough to know his chances of getting into Safrin's starry panties were gone (for now). She had seen his new venture, then? Bastien smiled wryly and shrugged.  "I am changing because I thought you did not approve. If you do and would give me some notes for a second version...well. I would leap back to the priesthood in a second." He did actually mean this. For all his confidence and apparent freedom moving from idea to idea, a project where he actually knew what he was doing was something he craved. "I want nothing but to apologise and make it up to you, Safrin."