BASTIEN
"There is...a possibility, however small, that they may return refreshed and with their grief settled." Bastien did not think it very likely, knowing Safrin and knowing what Ronin had done, but in the meantime when they did not know, it was no help to anyone to despair about what their friends might be like when they returned.
His concerns about the Demi Gods were the kinds of concerns that could not really be answered, not even by a Queen; he did not begrudge Rexanna's silence on the matter. Perhaps, he thought, the Gods would see the attack on their temple and have the same worries, take down some of the abilities of the mortals they had blessed. As much as he yearned to be a Demi-God, he did not believe divine power was necessarily meant for human shoulders.
Really, he just wanted to be one for the aesthetic clout.
Rexanna asked him of the memorial and he looked up over the fields, imagining it. "I will have it in a quiet street in the domiciles...there is a lot of space untaken. I was thinking it might be best for me to have as little to do with it as possible, actually, just to help set it up and organise - after all, I did not lose anyone in the disaster." Bastien was definitely not innocent of ever being tasteless, but he knew when his own emotions were relatively unimportant. "I think I will let the people who come to make it help me run the project."
Swaying Rexanna gently in his arms, he wondered if they had had the child they'd discussed, if they would have lost them. What it would feel like - was it possible to summon the emotions through just imagination? "..It makes me nervous to have a child, even though, as I told you, I know I want to try...that they could be lost. It is the same reason I was anxious to marry you, really. I love you so deeply, Rexanna, if anything were to happen..." Bastien took a deep, shaking breath and shook his head, stroking her hair with impossibly gentle fingers.
His concerns about the Demi Gods were the kinds of concerns that could not really be answered, not even by a Queen; he did not begrudge Rexanna's silence on the matter. Perhaps, he thought, the Gods would see the attack on their temple and have the same worries, take down some of the abilities of the mortals they had blessed. As much as he yearned to be a Demi-God, he did not believe divine power was necessarily meant for human shoulders.
Really, he just wanted to be one for the aesthetic clout.
Rexanna asked him of the memorial and he looked up over the fields, imagining it. "I will have it in a quiet street in the domiciles...there is a lot of space untaken. I was thinking it might be best for me to have as little to do with it as possible, actually, just to help set it up and organise - after all, I did not lose anyone in the disaster." Bastien was definitely not innocent of ever being tasteless, but he knew when his own emotions were relatively unimportant. "I think I will let the people who come to make it help me run the project."
Swaying Rexanna gently in his arms, he wondered if they had had the child they'd discussed, if they would have lost them. What it would feel like - was it possible to summon the emotions through just imagination? "..It makes me nervous to have a child, even though, as I told you, I know I want to try...that they could be lost. It is the same reason I was anxious to marry you, really. I love you so deeply, Rexanna, if anything were to happen..." Bastien took a deep, shaking breath and shook his head, stroking her hair with impossibly gentle fingers.
And nothing matters when we're dancing
In tatter-tatters you're entrancing
Base Code by Sky!
