Heroes always get remembered
But you know legends never die
"If that is a euphemism, I did not see any parts of her that were not already known to the public." Bastien responded, equally as teasing, though he slipped into a more serious, contemplative tone as he continued: "Truthfully, I think I just was not a good fit as her disciple. I probably would have been better suited to Frey, but alas, I did not meet Frey until I was far too deep into my Safrin devotion to see it." Now he had The Voice though, who was at least a much kinder Goddess, even if he doubted she would share his enthusiasm for aesthetics and hedonism.
To hear that the light-hearted, flirty man had last made an urn was a bit of a surprise. Bastien paused, his thumb running over a smooth, light pink stone he had just picked up. "And this urn...was it for a specific person?" Perhaps that was too much to ask, but he had always loved a story, found it hard to resist the temptation to find out more.
As for what he painted... "Primarily, yes. Though I would argue that is true for anyone. We all do whatever strikes our fancy, given the chance...such as you asking for a boring dildo for Fiat Lux."
To hear that the light-hearted, flirty man had last made an urn was a bit of a surprise. Bastien paused, his thumb running over a smooth, light pink stone he had just picked up. "And this urn...was it for a specific person?" Perhaps that was too much to ask, but he had always loved a story, found it hard to resist the temptation to find out more.
As for what he painted... "Primarily, yes. Though I would argue that is true for anyone. We all do whatever strikes our fancy, given the chance...such as you asking for a boring dildo for Fiat Lux."
mortal kings are ruling castles
Welcome to my world of fun
BASTIEN
