BASTIEN
I used to be an angry man, I wanted things that weren’t mine
At fifteen paces in the sand I left that all behind
As the tree began to crackle and grow, Bastien's grin grew with it. To ask a God to come to your wedding was one thing, to actually get a response was quite another. At fifteen paces in the sand I left that all behind
He stood, beaming as she replied positively; he had been a little worried that weddings would fall out of the Voice's priorities, being a rather human and vulnerable kind of event, but it seemed he had been wrong to be concerned. "Thank you. I will see you then, my Goddess."
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(this thread can end here unless The Voice has anything more to say! thanks :) )
Now my spirits rise when she turns out the bedroom light
I gently haunt my lover in the cold and tender night
I gently haunt my lover in the cold and tender night
