love bites so deep

BASTIEN

you'll never settle any of your scores
your grace is wasted in your face

Bastien didn't have the same feeling in his fingertips as he once had, the sensation dulled by The Voice, but he found it hardly mattered. Before he had been on relationships entirely built of banter and sex, and then the physical had been paramount, but with Rexanna...the physical was just a way to express his love. If he was doing that, that was more than enough feeling for him.

They were quiet for a while and he considered taking her to bed, sure she had to be getting tired, when she spoke. He raised his eyebrows, surprised she would ask - he had met Abandoneds before who had been nervous to see The Voice. "Well, I could certainly take you to her. But I would ask you wait until I can speak to her myself; I have wanted to for a while anyway. About you, as it happens. I want to ask her if there is a way for you to become an Ascended, so that we may live the same length of time together."

He paused, the concept sad and dreary. "...So, I want to speak with her about that before you see her. So we know where we stand. Is that alright, amore?"

your boldness stands alone
among the wreck