BASTIEN
I'm feeling devious
You're looking glamorous
You're looking glamorous
"Age is what you make it, and you are very young, Oliver." Bastien said gently, with the wisdom of his extra decade, though of course he himself had in part Ascended for the appeal of eternal youth and life. Still, before that had been an option, he had always welcomed the changes of age with open arms, as long as they came at the appropriate time, not rushed by Goddesses giving out curses. "As for Azrael...they are prepared. They are not a normal person like you and I, but a Demi-God made for growing this way." He looked to his child, his pride and joy, in the crib: even at this age, there was an oddly aged wisdom in their eyes.
He softened at the explanation for the odd turn of phrase, understanding how it felt searching for a connection to the place you'd once known. "I see. I must admit as the years go by here, I am beginning to feel more and more as if my time in Venice was an odd dream, somehow, even though it is the majority of my life." Bastien had certainly lived more in Caido, in terms of hardships and extreme joy.
Holding his hands up in a gesture to show he didn't mind Oliver venting, Bastien still wasn't much closer to understanding what the problem was. Sitting down on the couch and leaning back, he raised an eyebrow and tried to get a little deeper. "So you clean and you work in your shop, but you are not enjoying this?" He asked. "And your past...what is it you think of?"
He softened at the explanation for the odd turn of phrase, understanding how it felt searching for a connection to the place you'd once known. "I see. I must admit as the years go by here, I am beginning to feel more and more as if my time in Venice was an odd dream, somehow, even though it is the majority of my life." Bastien had certainly lived more in Caido, in terms of hardships and extreme joy.
Holding his hands up in a gesture to show he didn't mind Oliver venting, Bastien still wasn't much closer to understanding what the problem was. Sitting down on the couch and leaning back, he raised an eyebrow and tried to get a little deeper. "So you clean and you work in your shop, but you are not enjoying this?" He asked. "And your past...what is it you think of?"
Let's get mischievous
and polyamorous
and polyamorous
