BASTIEN
Bastien was an accomplished artist with a lot of practice painting buildings. He had decorated his own Sanctuary, after all, and much of the Grounds in turn; many streets bore his mark in hundreds of colours and patterns.
However, he was also a stressed father, a widower and much like everyone else, distracted by thoughts of a war that he would have no power to stop. Perhaps that was why the painting suffered, with gaps and streaks that he normally would have been mortified to see come from his own brush. Cameron's voice took him out of his daze and he stepped back to see the work, pulling a face as he witnessed the mess he'd made of the bricks. "Oh, Gods! Please do. I do not know what has come over me. There is so much to fix-!"
Without another word he would force his focus and lean in to repair the streaks and patches, an utterly determined look on his face.
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Bastien repairs up the painting.
However, he was also a stressed father, a widower and much like everyone else, distracted by thoughts of a war that he would have no power to stop. Perhaps that was why the painting suffered, with gaps and streaks that he normally would have been mortified to see come from his own brush. Cameron's voice took him out of his daze and he stepped back to see the work, pulling a face as he witnessed the mess he'd made of the bricks. "Oh, Gods! Please do. I do not know what has come over me. There is so much to fix-!"
Without another word he would force his focus and lean in to repair the streaks and patches, an utterly determined look on his face.
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Bastien repairs up the painting.
Still my heart is heavy
With the hate of some other man's beliefs
With the hate of some other man's beliefs
