BASTIEN
Bastien was entirely lost in the world he had created around himself, one where Rexanna looked from every angle and yet was nowhere to be seen. He craved sleep, the chance to switch off his mind, but knowing that he didn't have to rest kept him awake, a sense in him that it was somehow honourable to spend all his time from now on mourning --
A voice calling his name snapped him out of his disassociation and back to the present moment, where he realised he was a sad picture indeed. Half dressed, wine glass in hand, tear stained cheeks and surrounded by paintings: there was no doubt of what he was doing to any onlooker. Too far gone to be embarrassed he turned his face to look up at her and scoffed, gestured around the room. "You can come in. I'm trying to decide what you do with art when the soul has gone."
A voice calling his name snapped him out of his disassociation and back to the present moment, where he realised he was a sad picture indeed. Half dressed, wine glass in hand, tear stained cheeks and surrounded by paintings: there was no doubt of what he was doing to any onlooker. Too far gone to be embarrassed he turned his face to look up at her and scoffed, gestured around the room. "You can come in. I'm trying to decide what you do with art when the soul has gone."
You always let me down so tenderly
So live fast and die young and stay forever numb
So live fast and die young and stay forever numb
