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[ Given his separation from his sister, one might expect him to not be totally current with the details of her life - except that it's Byerly. He answers at once. ]
Three. All boys.
[ The faint wrinkle of his nose reveals what he thinks about that situation. What a nightmare. ]
Three. All boys.
[ The faint wrinkle of his nose reveals what he thinks about that situation. What a nightmare. ]
Three boys!
[ No nose wrinkle, on Bastien's end. Pure delight. Of course Nadine's husband might look like anything, might have the sort of strong blood that overrides anyone else's influence, all of that. But until he has information to the contrary, he'll be imagining them as three small Byerlys in different sizes, like nesting dolls. He's on the verge of tentatively imagining himself as an Uncle Bastien, too, but he has to pause first for, ]
I suppose she must have known about your Chantry Brothers. [ Shorthand for boys you kissed. ] And she didn't mind.
[ Not a question. With everything Byerly has said about her, her kindness and affection for him—then no matter what the rest of his family and the rest of Ferelden is like, it would be stupid for Bastien to worry about being an unwelcome surprise. But causing a problem between Byerly and his sister would be his personal nightmare. So he'd like to hear that he won't. If it's true. ]
[ No nose wrinkle, on Bastien's end. Pure delight. Of course Nadine's husband might look like anything, might have the sort of strong blood that overrides anyone else's influence, all of that. But until he has information to the contrary, he'll be imagining them as three small Byerlys in different sizes, like nesting dolls. He's on the verge of tentatively imagining himself as an Uncle Bastien, too, but he has to pause first for, ]
I suppose she must have known about your Chantry Brothers. [ Shorthand for boys you kissed. ] And she didn't mind.
[ Not a question. With everything Byerly has said about her, her kindness and affection for him—then no matter what the rest of his family and the rest of Ferelden is like, it would be stupid for Bastien to worry about being an unwelcome surprise. But causing a problem between Byerly and his sister would be his personal nightmare. So he'd like to hear that he won't. If it's true. ]
Of course she did not.
[ That's said with a faintly questioning tone; he does not, at first, fully understand why Bastien is talking about that. A testament either to Nadine's open and loving heart, or a testament to how natural being with Bastien feels to By - or, perhaps, a testament to how anxiety-inducing the other sources of uncertainty are - that it doesn't even occur to By to be afraid of judgment over something as lovely as his mustachioed paramour. ]
- Ah. I see. No. [ A little wryly: ] If anything, she preferred when I took up with lads. Just out of worry over the logistics of caring for a bastard. We didn't have the wealth to properly support an unanticipated Little Byerly.
[ That's said with a faintly questioning tone; he does not, at first, fully understand why Bastien is talking about that. A testament either to Nadine's open and loving heart, or a testament to how natural being with Bastien feels to By - or, perhaps, a testament to how anxiety-inducing the other sources of uncertainty are - that it doesn't even occur to By to be afraid of judgment over something as lovely as his mustachioed paramour. ]
- Ah. I see. No. [ A little wryly: ] If anything, she preferred when I took up with lads. Just out of worry over the logistics of caring for a bastard. We didn't have the wealth to properly support an unanticipated Little Byerly.
[ Without the work Byerly’s done on him—whether he realizes he has or not—Bastien might have found new causes for doubt. Dug for them. It’s not so uncommon for parents and spouses and perhaps siblings, too, to not mind this sort of thing as an outlet, but also consider it less real. It’d be easy to concoct a scenario where he was considered a prolonged dalliance and Byerly’s nephews, if he ever met them at all, would only ever know him as their uncle’s old friend. Easy to accept it as good enough, the same way he was ready to be Byerly’s beneficial friend and watch him love Alexandrie, or go to Denerim to live on separate streets, and be happy and call it optimism.
But By has done a great deal of repair and renforcement, so he doesn’t. He imagines the best. He mouths it to himself—Uncle Bastien. Not subtly. He isn’t going to make Byerly go on talking about it, when he’s anxious and nothing is certain, but Bastien wants him to know that he’s thrilled.
He marinates in it for a second, then tucks it away for later, for after Byerly hears something from Nadine, and looks a bit sly instead. ]
That was very responsible of her. You know, if you had a twenty-year-old child now—I bet they’d have a crush on Benedict.
But By has done a great deal of repair and renforcement, so he doesn’t. He imagines the best. He mouths it to himself—Uncle Bastien. Not subtly. He isn’t going to make Byerly go on talking about it, when he’s anxious and nothing is certain, but Bastien wants him to know that he’s thrilled.
He marinates in it for a second, then tucks it away for later, for after Byerly hears something from Nadine, and looks a bit sly instead. ]
That was very responsible of her. You know, if you had a twenty-year-old child now—I bet they’d have a crush on Benedict.
Nooo.
[ Byerly moans that like it's giving him physical agony. Perhaps it is. Benedict. Benedict. He hooks clawing fingers into Bastien's collar, and begs - ]
Don't say it. Absolutely not. A child of mine would have a crush on someone proper. Not someone so - gormless.
[ Byerly moans that like it's giving him physical agony. Perhaps it is. Benedict. Benedict. He hooks clawing fingers into Bastien's collar, and begs - ]
Don't say it. Absolutely not. A child of mine would have a crush on someone proper. Not someone so - gormless.
[ His own smile turns a little more subdued. ]
I suspect you knew that my candle was lit only for one person, back then.
[ Thank the Maker that the same situation had had a happier and more generous resolution here and now. Then, more easily: ]
I hope you're content with the fact that you've lost your last chance to make up for lost time. No matter what, I demand to be the only poor man in your bed. You may take rich men, but I alone may be your poor lover.
I suspect you knew that my candle was lit only for one person, back then.
[ Thank the Maker that the same situation had had a happier and more generous resolution here and now. Then, more easily: ]
I hope you're content with the fact that you've lost your last chance to make up for lost time. No matter what, I demand to be the only poor man in your bed. You may take rich men, but I alone may be your poor lover.
[ Bastien nudges Byerly with his knee, at the first part, like chin up. There are moments Bastien worries about it—not about the unalterable past, who cares about that, but about the future. About what will happen if something changes and Byerly can have everything he wants with Alexandrie after all. But they’re rarer and rarer and more and more illogical, those moments, and with By here and warm and looking at him, he can’t worry about it at all.
For the rest he sits up, so he can skritch his fingers beneath By’s chin, into the hair there, and grin. ]
If I can be your only commoner.
For the rest he sits up, so he can skritch his fingers beneath By’s chin, into the hair there, and grin. ]
If I can be your only commoner.
[ That compliment scratching just the right place on his soul and that nuzzle to just the right place on his neck, in combination, squeeze something suspiciously giggle-like out of his chest. ]
Mmhm. That is why I am the only dark-haired, mustachioed, incurably curious, Orlesian-speaking string musician and spy-turned-diplomat in all of Riftwatch.
Mmhm. That is why I am the only dark-haired, mustachioed, incurably curious, Orlesian-speaking string musician and spy-turned-diplomat in all of Riftwatch.
Edited (another) 2022-04-15 16:09 (UTC)
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