Change our names. Steal our dogs back from whoever takes them in now that we are dead. Travel to places we have never been and keep figuring out new ways to fuck for another twenty years.
[ Sometimes he loves Bastien so hard that his lungs feel paralyzed. ]
And when we're finally too old and decrepit, we'll be summoned directly to the side of the Maker. Turns out he was always just a big pervert all this time.
[ 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. ]
And he certainly wouldn't have given us all these desires if he didn't want us pursuing them. That'd be perverse. Like building a boat and scolding it for floating.
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. ]
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Me, either.
[ He means it. He gives it a moment to exist alone, fully-meant. ]
But when the time comes, I think we should go on the lam.
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Fake our own deaths first, of course.
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They will never take us alive.
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And when we're finally too old and decrepit, we'll be summoned directly to the side of the Maker. Turns out he was always just a big pervert all this time.
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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. ]
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And he certainly wouldn't have given us all these desires if he didn't want us pursuing them. That'd be perverse. Like building a boat and scolding it for floating.
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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. ]