[That smile - surely it's the one storytellers of old wrote of. Around everyone else, Hans is all edges, greeting even his own teachers and patrons with a bite. Edmond alone is privy to this softer side of him, the bleeding heart that melts at the way he lilts his speech, the perfect angles of his face. All these fine details makes him want to kiss him, and hidden in the veil of the night, Hans is bold enough to press a kiss to Edmond's forehead.]
So I'm to act based upon my feral desires? To follow my heart's whims without consideration for the consequences, to play with whatever catches my eye... in short, to be the ultimate fool whose future is his present? Ha! That is the very essence of an artist.
[He slyly grins.]
If I were to live that way, my dearest Edmond, I'd find the path bending back towards you. Is that what you want?
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So I'm to act based upon my feral desires? To follow my heart's whims without consideration for the consequences, to play with whatever catches my eye... in short, to be the ultimate fool whose future is his present? Ha! That is the very essence of an artist.
[He slyly grins.]
If I were to live that way, my dearest Edmond, I'd find the path bending back towards you. Is that what you want?