"Ah," he repeats. "I suppose that would make sense, Messire Phaethon. What is this world that you hope to gain? A figure of speech or a separate world all its own? Or, perhaps, the world of you and your kin?" He smiles thinly and mirthlessly. "And regarding your earlier instructions: what qualifies something to be a 'base' pleasure by your standards? In Tiberium I heard that applied to what in my country would be a matter of religion, so forgive me if I do not know which standards apply to one of your kind."
ALL PLEASURES WHICH HAVE THEIR ROOT IN MATERIAL EXPERIENCE AND UNCIVILIZED INSTINCT ARE MIND. THE WORLD IS... EVERYTHING THAT IS, AND THE RANGE OF ALL THAT MAY BE.
Anafiel leans against the arm of the chair, supporting his chin with his hand. "So. You are asking me to revel in food and drink, in luxury and wealth when I might find it, and in the gift of desire. Should I do this consistently, you will see me as cooperating you in your quest to gain everything, as it were, and ensure I have that which I want." He makes a sudden sound, quite close to laughter, if not exactly that. "I am no ascetic, Messire Phaethon. I never have been. Though I am quite fond of the pleasures of the mind, I am equally fond of the pleasures of the world. Yes, I can do that much for you. It is, after all, what I would have done in any case."
He thinks of his beautiful boy, who ventured into the the prison of his mind to rescue him, whose had gently argued with him as a near equal in order to persuade him to leave. Thinks of Alcuin's moon-white hair spilled over a pillow. Yes. He would have no problem fulfilling his half of the bargain.
There is a strange grating noise from the being, which will be recognizable
after a moment as the sound of a faceless smile - then Delaunay will
find himself back in a more conventional Liminal Space.
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He thinks of his beautiful boy, who ventured into the the prison of his mind to rescue him, whose had gently argued with him as a near equal in order to persuade him to leave. Thinks of Alcuin's moon-white hair spilled over a pillow. Yes. He would have no problem fulfilling his half of the bargain.
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There is a strange grating noise from the being, which will be recognizable after a moment as the sound of a faceless smile - then Delaunay will find himself back in a more conventional Liminal Space.