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contact part deux
if this were modern times byerly would probably make you listen to total eclipse of the heart before you were able to leave a message
[ Snickering. While he's snickering it occurs to him that he has been keeping Byerly from his undoubtedly important work for a long time now, and Byerly, who only ever fails to answer his silly questions and hypotheticals if he's occupied by more than paperwork, is likely to let Bastien keep him from his work until the sun rises, even if it means being exhausted for several days after.
Still— ]
Actually, that makes sense. He did give us all these parts. Maybe the Chantry misunderstood what song he wants all the nations singing, and it is more like, oh, ohhhhh, oh, [ to the first few notes of a popular snippet of the Chant. ]
Still— ]
Actually, that makes sense. He did give us all these parts. Maybe the Chantry misunderstood what song he wants all the nations singing, and it is more like, oh, ohhhhh, oh, [ to the first few notes of a popular snippet of the Chant. ]
Exactly! We should start our own Chantry.
And you should finish your work, [ as if such a thing is ever truly possible, ] so you can come get into bed with me.
[ As much as someone can sink and snuggle into these shitty mattresses and pillows and, alright, decent blankets, he's doing it now. It's in his voice. He is trying to be tempting. ]
If you bring some work I can help you with, I will do it in the morning while I listen to you snore.
[ Whether or not Byerly actually snores is irrelevant to this teasing. ]
And you should finish your work, [ as if such a thing is ever truly possible, ] so you can come get into bed with me.
[ As much as someone can sink and snuggle into these shitty mattresses and pillows and, alright, decent blankets, he's doing it now. It's in his voice. He is trying to be tempting. ]
If you bring some work I can help you with, I will do it in the morning while I listen to you snore.
[ Whether or not Byerly actually snores is irrelevant to this teasing. ]
[ As promised, Bastien appears promptly in the Diplomacy offices. This time he does shut the door separating Benedict from Byerly, and turns into the office with his hand over his eyes, peeking obviously through his fingers. ]
Trousers?
Trousers?
[ Bastien's hum of admiration bleeds directly into a small fit of laughter, but he turns, stays turned, and backs his ass up all the way into Byerly's chair. His now. ]
My taste is incredible.
[ He's reaching out to draw a little spiral on By's hip with his finger; he does not mean his taste in clothing. ]
My taste is incredible.
[ He's reaching out to draw a little spiral on By's hip with his finger; he does not mean his taste in clothing. ]
[ His hah sounds a bit like touche. Still: ]
Most people who know of me know two things about me: that I'm a drunk and a coward. It's not unreasonable to assume, therefore, that refusing to get drunk - or high - would only come from cowardice. That's just logical deduction.
Most people who know of me know two things about me: that I'm a drunk and a coward. It's not unreasonable to assume, therefore, that refusing to get drunk - or high - would only come from cowardice. That's just logical deduction.
Cynical deduction.
[ And Wysteria is somehow a tender spot. A burden on my soul, Byerly said once, and Alexandrie had fretted so much about her own attempts at going between them that she'd once stopped by Bastien's desk to warn him Byerly might be upset after they spoke. Bastien had believed they were getting along now. Still believes it. But— ]
You don't think she should know you better by now?
[ And Wysteria is somehow a tender spot. A burden on my soul, Byerly said once, and Alexandrie had fretted so much about her own attempts at going between them that she'd once stopped by Bastien's desk to warn him Byerly might be upset after they spoke. Bastien had believed they were getting along now. Still believes it. But— ]
You don't think she should know you better by now?
[ Bastien nods—acknowledgment of the problem, certainly not agreement that he's a scoundrel, except in the most affectionate sense, son cher coquin—and gathers one of By's hands, and interlaces their fingers. ]
She was wrong. And once she knew she was wrong, she should have—well, an apology might have been too much to ask for in the moment, when she is feeling so besieged, but she should been glad for you.
She was wrong. And once she knew she was wrong, she should have—well, an apology might have been too much to ask for in the moment, when she is feeling so besieged, but she should been glad for you.
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