they will shake their heads and wag their fingers
by daybreak we'll be gone
"Ah, I see. Then you have been unlucky. I am sure your nipples are among the most beautiful to grace Caido and Frey is simply jealous." Bastien casually remarked, this blasphemy leaving his lips without any apparent fear of the Old God striking him down for his nipple comment. Indeed, in his painting, knowing the kind of mood she wished to create, he had made sure to shade her breasts in detail, and if one focused they could perhaps glimpse a touch of those legendary nipples.He'd had his own share of people that did not understand his lifestyle, how he had always separated love and sex, believed that it was possible to sleep with multiple people and still be faithful. "My wife and I were the same, I understand. We believed in free love for the bedroom. Now that she is with the Voice, I am waiting to be romantically attached again to her, but physically I am free to do whatever I wish. When I want to." Which was less and less at the moment, without the physical drive and with the grim portents rising around them.
Standing back to consider his work for a moment from a wider angle, he nodded along with her words but took a moment to reply, staring ahead at the still-drying first layer of colour. "Some of them will be by sheer luck. Others will be drawn in. I saw many conflicts at my home and that was way of it. No reward for moral behaviour or punishment for the opposite. Just...fortune and chance, the powers above us all deciding the result and people falling into one thing or the other."
BASTIEN
