BASTIEN
"Yes...I do not have much experience with great grief. My mother...she died about a year before I came here, but I only found out by letter - I had not seen her in ten years prior." He'd not known how to feel about it, when he had held the paper in his hands, written in his father's scratchy hand and smelling of perfumes and flowers that he knew from his house as a child. There had been a painting or two in her memory, but he had not attended the funeral nor visited his father. "Still, I have helped others in the throes of it. I was thinking they could write notes, leave pictures, flowers...anything they like."
Bastien could feel, in the way Rexanna's hands gripped on him tight, how she was anxious now; she was often so strong that he did not think she needed much comfort, but of course, she was human. Human and as out of her depth as anyone else, when faced by such great travesty. "Yes, I agree. After all, we do have plenty of time. That is the wondrous thing about being Ascended, I suppose. There is no rush; we have the lengths of eternity to realise our plans."
Bastien could feel, in the way Rexanna's hands gripped on him tight, how she was anxious now; she was often so strong that he did not think she needed much comfort, but of course, she was human. Human and as out of her depth as anyone else, when faced by such great travesty. "Yes, I agree. After all, we do have plenty of time. That is the wondrous thing about being Ascended, I suppose. There is no rush; we have the lengths of eternity to realise our plans."
And nothing matters when we're dancing
In tatter-tatters you're entrancing
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