08-01-2014, 06:11 AM
(Lol there actually aren't any servants besides Vincent. The place is huge but its pretty much just Siran, Vincent, and whoever else stays there, in this case Kell.)
Astien stared out the window and sighed. His hands rested in his belly. Siran said his baby wasn't dead. That was good, but Astien wasn't convinced something wasn't wrong. But, for now, maybe what was best was to take a nap. Astien laid back in his bed and pulled his blanket over himself. The beds were just as nice as the last time he was here. If nothing else, in this small moment, he had that.
Siran sat in his study, writing his notes. He would honor Vincent's words, of course he would, but all of this still had to be recorded. If this should be the last days of calm before Astien birthed something terrible... A hand gently closed the book he was writing in, and a head gently rested on his shoulder. "My lord," Vincent said. "You've been so busy. What say you take a moment and relax?"
Siran smiled. "And what do you have in mind, dear Vincent?" Vincent walked over to a nearby record player and states a song, otherworldly in its sounds and tones. It had been given to him by residents from the other realm. He walked back to Siran and extended a hand. "May I have a dance, my lord?" Siran smiled and took his hand. He could never resist dancing, especially with Vincent. They danced slowly in the center of the room, Siran resting his head on Vincent's shoulder, his eyes closed and simply absorbing the beauty of the song, the motion of their dance, an the feeling of dear Vincent's cool, gentle hand in his.
And the arms of the ocean are carrying me
And all this devotion was rushing out of me
In the crushes of heaven for a sinner like me
But the arms of the ocean delivered me
Siran always had something that needed doing, always something to keep him busy, but these moments lasted for erernities, small pockets of time where there was nothing else. No Astien, no god-baby, no teenagers making goo goo eyes at each other, just he and his Vincent.
And it's over
And I'm going under
But I'm not giving up
I'm just giving in
If there were were no other momenta to live for, at least he had this.
Astien stared out the window and sighed. His hands rested in his belly. Siran said his baby wasn't dead. That was good, but Astien wasn't convinced something wasn't wrong. But, for now, maybe what was best was to take a nap. Astien laid back in his bed and pulled his blanket over himself. The beds were just as nice as the last time he was here. If nothing else, in this small moment, he had that.
Siran sat in his study, writing his notes. He would honor Vincent's words, of course he would, but all of this still had to be recorded. If this should be the last days of calm before Astien birthed something terrible... A hand gently closed the book he was writing in, and a head gently rested on his shoulder. "My lord," Vincent said. "You've been so busy. What say you take a moment and relax?"
Siran smiled. "And what do you have in mind, dear Vincent?" Vincent walked over to a nearby record player and states a song, otherworldly in its sounds and tones. It had been given to him by residents from the other realm. He walked back to Siran and extended a hand. "May I have a dance, my lord?" Siran smiled and took his hand. He could never resist dancing, especially with Vincent. They danced slowly in the center of the room, Siran resting his head on Vincent's shoulder, his eyes closed and simply absorbing the beauty of the song, the motion of their dance, an the feeling of dear Vincent's cool, gentle hand in his.
And the arms of the ocean are carrying me
And all this devotion was rushing out of me
In the crushes of heaven for a sinner like me
But the arms of the ocean delivered me
Siran always had something that needed doing, always something to keep him busy, but these moments lasted for erernities, small pockets of time where there was nothing else. No Astien, no god-baby, no teenagers making goo goo eyes at each other, just he and his Vincent.
And it's over
And I'm going under
But I'm not giving up
I'm just giving in
If there were were no other momenta to live for, at least he had this.
I'm just here for a laugh
