BASTIEN
"Any map I drew would be so green it would be hideously gauche." Bastien complained, picking a leaf from a nearby tree and crushing it between his fingertips. He had never cared for green. It was a colour of daytime, life, of saccharine park scenes and boring pastoral hills; he preferred to paint the night doused in dark purples and golds.
Rexanna claimed to have seen one of the Fae at the festival. She had no reason to lie as far as he knew, but he had not noticed such a thing; had he really been so wrapped up in himself? Bastien did not consider himself self-absorbed, no more so than the average person. "Wings. How big was she?" In his mind fairies were tiny things of a few inches, characters from children's books that hid in jars.
He turned as Rexanna pointed and froze in place as he saw the red water. Immediately he thought it a river of blood. Instead of being horrified he was fascinated, ran over to the water's edge and knelt there next to her, dipping his finger in. "...Hm. Too thin to be blood. Perhaps...it is enchanted somehow? Should we chance a drink?"
Rexanna claimed to have seen one of the Fae at the festival. She had no reason to lie as far as he knew, but he had not noticed such a thing; had he really been so wrapped up in himself? Bastien did not consider himself self-absorbed, no more so than the average person. "Wings. How big was she?" In his mind fairies were tiny things of a few inches, characters from children's books that hid in jars.
He turned as Rexanna pointed and froze in place as he saw the red water. Immediately he thought it a river of blood. Instead of being horrified he was fascinated, ran over to the water's edge and knelt there next to her, dipping his finger in. "...Hm. Too thin to be blood. Perhaps...it is enchanted somehow? Should we chance a drink?"
You standing beside me
I'm going to push back, push back, push back
With every word and every breath
I'm going to push back, push back, push back
With every word and every breath
