[ Bastien hums, considering. On one hand: the way being drunk makes saying everything in his head seem like the best. On the other: the imagined tense lines of some future Byerly’s sour face and the way they might relax for him. ]
Bit by bit.
[ He doesn’t contemplate Ferelden all the way to his room. He contemplates it partway, but then he looks up at the sky and gets a raindrop up his nose, so that’s a whole thing, and halfway up the stairs he stumbles and has to explain to Byerly how sludgy his legs feel like he’s the first person to ever experience it. But once they’ve made it, and while he’s drafted By into helping him construct a dog bed out of extra blankets (as if he’ll actually make Whiskey sleep on it if she prefers their feet) his mind wanders back to Fereldans, and what he has in common with them, and what it might be like to live there, and— ]
Your father—it’s not common there, is it? For people to mind that much about sex and men and… men.
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Date: 2021-07-16 12:51 pm (UTC)Bit by bit.
[ He doesn’t contemplate Ferelden all the way to his room. He contemplates it partway, but then he looks up at the sky and gets a raindrop up his nose, so that’s a whole thing, and halfway up the stairs he stumbles and has to explain to Byerly how sludgy his legs feel like he’s the first person to ever experience it. But once they’ve made it, and while he’s drafted By into helping him construct a dog bed out of extra blankets (as if he’ll actually make Whiskey sleep on it if she prefers their feet) his mind wanders back to Fereldans, and what he has in common with them, and what it might be like to live there, and— ]
Your father—it’s not common there, is it? For people to mind that much about sex and men and… men.