BASTIEN
Bastien held a bemused frown at the things Oliver listed as memories, thinking them odd pieces to hold onto. "Well, those are all rather...vague. I'm sure we've all spent some time hiding in cupboards." He knew he had, back in Venice - more than a few nobles were attracted to the idea of the eccentric bohemian painter but couldn't afford the hit to their reputation. There were very few he had let touch him, but it had not been unheard of.
A mural for every other street...an ambitious goal, but it had the kind of dramatic flair Bastien liked. "Well! We can certainly try, though it is the right of people to tell us not to paint on their buildings...boring though that wish is." He shrugged. Starting a fight over wallspace went against the main point of the pieces, unfortunately, which was to improve the lives of the residents.
"If you will help us every time, why not just join the guild?" He laughed and winked, momentarily amused enough by Oliver's strange shyness.
A mural for every other street...an ambitious goal, but it had the kind of dramatic flair Bastien liked. "Well! We can certainly try, though it is the right of people to tell us not to paint on their buildings...boring though that wish is." He shrugged. Starting a fight over wallspace went against the main point of the pieces, unfortunately, which was to improve the lives of the residents.
"If you will help us every time, why not just join the guild?" He laughed and winked, momentarily amused enough by Oliver's strange shyness.
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
