Ash & Anastasia
Having taken one of the offered glasses, Anastasia sipped from it as she listened. Ash wasn't the only one who had noticed and Anastasia had drifted over to Felix during the night to speak with him. He had been so excited but that excited him had been replaced by something else. "The little bird has complicated feelings when it comes to his sire." But then didn't all the roses. Anastasia knew what it was like to be abandoned by your sire as it seemed to be the Toreador way. No matter how much they claimed to love you, they also left you on a whim anyway. She knew that she and Sebastian's relationship was unusual. A Toreador just did not keep their childer by their side for as long as she had.
"He'll get over in time. Or it will fester and be channeled into his artwork. He may be a thin-blood but Sybil was right to see his potential as a rose. He certainly has the tragic artistic soul for it even if he does seem to be lacking in common sense." A lack of common sense that was going to get him meeting his final death if he wasn't more careful.
It was Anastasia's turn to peer over her glass at Ash. "And what of you, darling. What of your own sadness?"