[ aspen is the easiest creature he's ever had to pick out of a crowd, more wings than stature, moonlit hair a stark glimmer in the night. every time laurent spots him, his mouth is full. it's clearly too late to tell him that nearly everything here will set his mind spinning, and this is the one moment he needs aspen with a clear head.
laurent considers leaving him. he doesn't want to be at the festival in the first place, the sights and the smells unpleasant, reeking of the debauchery and false happiness at the palace in arles. all that's missing are the pets draped in every lap to be seen, but with the uptick in affection floating in the air, there is no need. laurent hardly even trusts the water here.
but he finds his way to aspen's table, sitting down without asking and assessing the pathetic sight before him. ]
I need you to look at this map. [ he and D spent time and effort creating it, and will no doubt suffer consequences for it. ] How high can you fly?
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laurent considers leaving him. he doesn't want to be at the festival in the first place, the sights and the smells unpleasant, reeking of the debauchery and false happiness at the palace in arles. all that's missing are the pets draped in every lap to be seen, but with the uptick in affection floating in the air, there is no need. laurent hardly even trusts the water here.
but he finds his way to aspen's table, sitting down without asking and assessing the pathetic sight before him. ]
I need you to look at this map. [ he and D spent time and effort creating it, and will no doubt suffer consequences for it. ] How high can you fly?