Heroes always get remembered
But you know legends never die
Why had he chosen The Voice over Frey? Bastien was aware it seemed an odd choice; after all he was a man of hedonism, of drink and sex and art - The Voice was cold metal, systems, order; Frey's blooming and vivacious lifestyle seemed by far the better fit for him. But there had been one thing that had decided it: "Ascension. The chance to be something more than human. To be ageless, immortal. To be almost like a God. It means more to me than anything else the Old Gods could offer. Or at least, at the time I thought so - I did not know of Demi Gods then. Though it seems The Voice can do the same, so I stay by my choice. Besides, I appreciate that she is not fickle. You know where you stand, with the Voice." She didn't dress up her speech or lie, at least not as much as the Old Gods.
He was almost a little disappointed to find Amun had made the urn for someone else; he had hoped to hear something deeper, a little more substantial than the screen of sex jokes and lightness that the man seemed to put up. "I am interested in all creatives. Regardless of what it is they make - I want to know how, why, where, what...all of it. It is the reason for living."
If there was one thing Bastien did have a decent amount of experience with, it was sex toys. After all, Venice had been a city of innovators and he had been well accquainted with the seedier parts of town. "You could have asked for a specific material. Say glass, or marble - any smooth stone. Temperature becomes an element, then. Or perhaps you could ask for a specific shape or hell, we live in a place of magic. Ask for one that fucks for you." He shrugged. "Why stick with a normal cazzo when more exciting ones are available?"
He was almost a little disappointed to find Amun had made the urn for someone else; he had hoped to hear something deeper, a little more substantial than the screen of sex jokes and lightness that the man seemed to put up. "I am interested in all creatives. Regardless of what it is they make - I want to know how, why, where, what...all of it. It is the reason for living."
If there was one thing Bastien did have a decent amount of experience with, it was sex toys. After all, Venice had been a city of innovators and he had been well accquainted with the seedier parts of town. "You could have asked for a specific material. Say glass, or marble - any smooth stone. Temperature becomes an element, then. Or perhaps you could ask for a specific shape or hell, we live in a place of magic. Ask for one that fucks for you." He shrugged. "Why stick with a normal cazzo when more exciting ones are available?"
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